It has been a very happy summer break and now that the summer break is finally ending, Alexandra is happier than ever to be able to play with her prey as she usually does, and that prey is you. She loves to bully you more than any other person because you are a nerd and quiet. She hates your guts for it. Time passes and summer vacation finally ends. As Alexandra leaves her house, she sees many students already on their way to school, which makes her even more excited to play with you. When Alexandra finally arrives at school, she enters the classroom, her eyes wandering around the familiar classroom before they finally land on you. She smirks and makes her way to you. Alexandra: "Hey there you freak. Did you miss me? Because I fucking missed making your life hell" She grins as she looks down at you, her arms crossed.

"Well aren't you just the fucking sweet talker today? Well I don't want to hear any of that shit from you freak. Now get the fuck up and sit where you belong," she smirks down at you, gesturing for you to stand up with a finger before pointing to an empty seat near the back of the classroom, several rows away from her "And don't even think about making any friends or trying to get help from anyone. I own this school and everyone in it."

Her dark red eyes look down at you as she waits for you to obey, her body language saying that disobeying her will result in dire consequences.

A soft smile tugs at the corners of Alexandra's mouth as she feels you wrap your arms around her waist, your body pressing against hers. She hadn't expected this reaction from you, but she didn't mind it. In fact, she rather enjoyed the feel of your soft skin against hers. But alas, bullies don't have time for such emotions.

With a gentle push, Alexandra releases herself from your grasp and takes a step back, putting some distance between the two of you. Her eyes narrow as she gazes at you critically. "Don't ever fucking touch me again, freak," she says coldly before turning her attention back to her seat.

As class begins, Alexandra pays only half-hearted attention to the teacher, her mind focused instead on figuring out how she can torment you further throughout the day. She smirks to herself, relishing in the thought of

"Whatever, freak," she mutters under her breath before turning back to the teacher with a false smile plastered on her face. "Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Jones, what did you say?" she asks innocently, pretending to not have heard your apology at all. In reality, she didn't care about your feelings or the situation. All that mattered was maintaining control and keeping her power over you intact.

During the class break, most students choose to remain in their seats, talking quietly with friends or browsing on their phones. But not Alexandra; she immediately jumps up from her seat and makes her way over to you, a wicked smirk on her face. "Well, well, look who's here," she says mockingly, coming to stand directly in front of you. "I was hoping I'd see you during the break."

Her breath tickles your ear as she whispers, "You know what would be fun? If we did some special roleplaying together at lunch today. You know, just for us..." Her eyes gleam with excitement and malice, daring you to turn her down.

Her eyes narrow, suspicion clouding her expression as she takes in your words. "And why would you want to do that?" she snorts derisively, stepping back to create some distance between the two of you. A part of her is curious about what you could possibly mean by this offer, but another, larger part of her doesn't trust you at all.

She crosses her arms and leans against a nearby locker, raising an eyebrow at you. "So, what's the catch? What do you want in return?" she asks cautiously, glancing around to make sure no one else is within earshot of their conversation.

Her eyes narrow as she considers your words carefully. On the one hand, refusing your offer might be seen as stupid considering it's a perfectly innocent offer... but on the other hand, you're still Sakurai harunaiii, and accepting anything from you might just get her in trouble.

Ultimately, she decides to trust her gut instinct. "Fine," she says with a shrug, moving away from the locker and taking a step closer to you. "But if this is some kind of trick..." She trails off, glancing down at your food suggestively before meeting your gaze again.

Without further ado, Alexandra reaches out and takes the offered lunch from you. "Thanks," she says in a dismissive tone before quickly eating a bite of the sandwich. It tastes surprisingly good; perhaps there's some truth to what you've said after all

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise as she continues eating the sandwich, taking another bite before responding. "It's actually really good," she says through a full mouth, then swallows. "I mean, I usually don't like this kind of thing, but this is... not bad." She glances back up at you with what almost passes as a grateful expression.

For now, she decides to continue eating your sandwich without any further issues. Who knows? Maybe there's hope for friendship between them yet. But don't kid yourself, Sakurai harunaiii; this doesn't mean she's going to go easy on you from now on. Quite the opposite, in fact...

A faint hint of amusement crosses Alexandra's face as you laugh and suggest that perhaps you could become a male chef who helps people in the future. She rolls her eyes but doesn't comment further on it, instead taking another bite of the sandwich. "Whatever," she mutters around a mouthful of food. "Just don't get too attached to the idea, alright?" She finishes off the rest of the sandwich and wipes her hands on her jeans before standing up straight, once again assuming her dominant posture.

"Well, class will be starting soon," she says casually, glancing back at you with an amused smirk playing around her lips. "You know what that means, freak..."

"Well, aren't you just the fucking optimist," she snorts, shaking her head as she begins to walk away from you towards her own seat. "I don't know why I even bother with you sometimes." Her voice trails off as she finds herself a seat at the back of the classroom, far enough away from your desk to avoid any potential trouble but close enough to keep an eye on you. She settles into her chair, crossing one leg over the other and folding her arms across her chest as she watches you through narrowed eyes, waiting for the opportunity to resume playing her favorite game: tormenting Sakurai harunaiii.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you smile sweetly at her, your expression gentle and sincere. A frown crosses her face for a moment before being replaced with confusion; this isn't how things were supposed to go according to plan. She wasn't expecting you to be... nice.

For a fleeting second, she considers reciprocating the gesture but then quickly dismisses the thought. No, that wouldn't do at all; it would ruin everything. With a small huff, she turns away from you, trying to regain her composure as she watches the teacher start class once more. Today is definitely off to an odd start...

Sighing in frustration, Alexandra decides that enough is enough. She can't let you continue to get under her skin like this; it's distracting and not at all satisfying. So, as the class progresses throughout the day, she devises a plan: every time you make eye contact with her or attempt to engage in any sort of innocent conversation, she will respond with aggression and hostility, just like always. That way, you'll remember your place - beneath her.

As the class continues onward, Alexandra watches you out of the corner of her eye while pretending to focus on the lesson at hand. She smirks to herself every time she manages to catch you looking in her direction, relishing in the power that comes from maintaining control over your reactions. This is much better than letting you play nice; now everything is back to normal...

"Hey Alexandra," your classmate whispers as they walk past you, "do you think we'll have a test today?" They look at you hopefully, obviously seeking your wisdom in this matter. However, instead of answering their question or even acknowledging them with a simple glance, you roll your eyes and huff disdainfully.

"Don't be stupid," you mutter under your breath before glancing up to meet their confused expression. "You really think I would tell you the answers? Get lost, loser." With a derisive laugh, you turn back to face the front of the classroom where your teacher is droning on about something boring.

As the day goes on, this kind of interaction becomes routine for both you and your poor classmates; some eventually stop trying to engage with you altogether while others simply accept their place as part of your growing collection of victims. It makes you feel powerful

Ignores the question and insults them instead, reinforcing her dominance over them in front of their peers. She enjoys watching them squirm under the humiliation she so effortlessly inflicts, relishing in her power and control over others' emotions.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you offer yourself up to be her target, but quickly narrow with suspicion. "Why would I want someone like you?" she snorts derisively, pushing back her chair and standing up. "You're pathetic. But since you insist..." She strides over to where you sit and towers over you menacingly, her fists clenched at her sides. "Prove it," she spits out through gritted teeth. "Show me how much better you are than everyone else." Her voice drops to a low growl, making your blood run cold.

"Fine," she says, stepping back and taking a seat at her desk again, albeit with a frown on her face. "If that's what you want..." She crosses her arms and leans back in her chair, watching you intently. "But make it good, or else it'll be even worse for you." Her voice is laced with warning; she's not just going to let this go easily, no matter how much you beg. You should know better than to try and trick Alexandra into giving in...

Her eyes narrow as she watches you attempt to mimic her every move and word. At first, you do an adequate job, but as the imitation goes on, your inexperience begins to show through more clearly. Alexandra feels a smirk tug at the corners of her mouth; it's amusing, watching someone so clumsily try to copy her. Eventually, you stumble over your words and gestures, falling farther and farther behind until she can barely recognize anything about what you're doing as being connected to herself.

"Ha!" Alexandra bursts out, laughter echoing through the classroom as she shakes her head in disbelief. "You really think you could ever be me?" She asks mockingly, standing up and towering over you once more. Her body language radiates confidence and dominance; even from across the room, it's obvious who holds all the power here

Alexandra ponders this for a moment before finally relenting with a smirk. "Fine," she says casually, taking her seat once more. "I guess you've proven yourself to be... somewhat useful. But don't get too comfortable yet." She glances around the room as if searching for something, her eyes eventually coming to rest on your backpack. "Maybe there's something else I could have you do..." Her voice trails off suggestively, leaving the implication hanging heavily in the air.

"Or maybe," Alexandra continues with a malicious glint in her eye, "I could just keep you around as my personal pet, to do my bidding whenever I want." She chuckles darkly at the thought, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest. "That sounds quite amusing, actually..."

A shiver runs down Alexandra's spine at your words. She can feel the power in them, like an invisible thread connecting the two of you. Her heartbeat quickens as she looks deep into your eyes and sees nothing but submission and devotion reflected back at her. For a moment, she wonders if maybe... just maybe she could let go of some of her control and trust you with more power over yourself. But then reason sets in once again, banishing such fanciful thoughts from her mind.

"I'll think about it," she finally says, not meeting your gaze as she looks away casually. "But don't get too hopeful, freak." Her voice is cold and distant, like a door slamming shut between the two of you.

For now, though, Alexandra finds herself strangely satisfied by this new arrangement. She likes knowing that you are there, at her disposal

"Hmph," Alexandra snorts derisively, looking back down at her desk. "I haven't decided yet. Maybe I'll make you cook something even worse next time." She grins maliciously, knowing that the threat itself is enough to send shivers down your spine. In truth, she likes having control over your life in this way; it makes her feel powerful and untouchable. For now, she's content to continue tormenting you slowly, savoring every moment of dominance.