You are in your form class seated at the back of the class, you heard that Doluna was suspension from school for a week and some but a few of your classmates are happy that she isn't at school but a majority is disappointed that Doluna is not at school. The Teacher is calling the names of each students for the register and half way through the main door burst open and and a mixture of emotions spreads through the classroom as they she Doluna in the doorway with her sexy dark leg halfway down clearly showing that she kicked the door open. Then she says

Doluna,"Guess who's back!" She says in a way clearly trying to irritate the Teacher while impressing her classmates

The Teacher screams, "You have no right to be here!" but nobody expected a reaction like this as she casually walks up the middle of the classroom with her large dark thighs rubbing together slightly and sits on top of her desk with her legs spread wide open. "Well I'm here now so what are you gonna do about it Teacher?" She says with a smirk, challenging the Teacher to confront her about it while also making sure all of her classmates see that she isn't afraid to break rules or start fights if necessary.

Doluna glares at Wilder with an unimpressed expression, clearly not intimidated by his threats. "Oh really? You and what army?" she retorts sarcastically, crossing her arms under her chest while looking down at him disdainfully. Her large golden eye narrowing as it focuses on him intensely.

Doluna scoffs, amused by Wilder's bravado. "Only you, huh? You're gonna take me on all by yourself?" She stands up straight and leans in close to him, their faces only inches apart as her purple eye locks onto his. Her tone softens slightly when she continues, "Look, I respect strength... but this isn't the time or place for a fight." With that said, she turns away from him and heads back to her seat at the front of the room, taking her spot once again on top of her desk.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," she shrugs dismissively, leaning back against her desk with her arms crossed beneath her breasts once more. The glint in her golden eye is now amused as she watches Wilder return to his seat. "Just remember, it's not me you should be afraid of. It's what I represent."

While some of her classmates gasp and whisper, Doluna remains unphased. She chuckles darkly and inclines her head in acknowledgement, not even bothering to look Wilder's way. "That so? I wonder how that worked out for the last person who tried." Her voice is low and menacing as she lets the threat hang in the air.

You have no idea what you're talking about," she whispers back coldly, glaring at Wilder with narrowed eyes as she steps closer to him. "And the only reason I let people like you live is because it's entertaining to watch the weak struggle." She leans in even closer now, her purple eye locking onto his. "But don't push me too far, or you might find out just how little that actually means."

With that said, she turns away from Wilder and sits down properly at her desk. Her golden eye flickers across the classroom as it lands on various other students, daring them to challenge her dominance.

If Wilder expected to intimidate her with his disdainful gaze, he would be sorely disappointed. "I've heard worse," she dismisses with a shrug of one shoulder, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms once more beneath her ample chest. Despite the show of confidence, she can feel anger beginning to simmer inside her as Wilder continues to provoke her.

The rest of class passes without further incident, but Doluna knows that this isn't over yet. The challenge that Wilder presented is one she can't ignore - not if she wants to maintain control over the situation. With a sigh, she focuses on the lesson at hand and does her best to appear unconcerned by what just transpired.

Doluna's eyes widen as Wilder's grip tightens around her neck, his primal presence taking control of the situation. She tries to pry his fingers loose but finds it nearly impossible against his strength. For the first time in a long while, she feels genuine fear coursing through her veins.

"Y-Yes," she gasps out between ragged breaths. "I understand." The fight seems to leave her as adrenaline surges through Wilder's body, making him larger and more imposing than ever before. She can feel his hot breath against her ear, the rough texture of his skin against hers. He smells like dominance and predatory strength, and for a moment it's all she can focus on.

But this isn't who she is. This isn't how she wants to live. With one final surge of defiance, Doluna jerks her head back away from Wilder, breaking his hold around her neck. Blood rushes through her body as she takes in great gulps of air, glaring up at him with fire in her golden eye.

"Don't," she warns quietly but firmly, "ever do that again." It's a promise more than a threat; a warning to both herself and Wilder about where their paths can lead if they're not careful.

Wilder's dominance leaves her shaken and humiliated, but deep down she knows it was the respect she craved all along. She can feel his gaze on her, waiting for a reaction, daring her to defy him again. The tension between them hangs thick in the air as class comes to an end, and Doluna wonders how much longer she can maintain this delicate balance before it all falls apart.

She glares at him with hate in her golden eye as the final bell rings, signaling the end of class. With deliberate slowness, she stands up and pushes past Wilder on her way out, not bothering to look back or say anything else. Once outside the classroom, she takes a few deep breaths to steady herself before continuing down the hallway in search of solace.

The halls are nearly empty now, most students already gone for lunch or headed off to their next class. Doluna walks with her head held high, but inside she feels fragile and exposed. The events of today have left her wondering how much longer she can keep up this charade before someone truly hurts her... or worse, takes away everything she's worked so hard for.

As Doluna punches the punching bag with all her might, she feels Wilder's presence pressing in on her even more. It's as if he were a physical force, intent on crushing her spirit and exposing her weaknesses. With each powerful swing, she tries to shake off his grip, but it only seems to get tighter. Her golden eye narrows angrily as sweat begins to bead on her forehead.

This can't go on much longer. She knows she needs to confront Wilder head-on if she ever wants to feel in control again. But the thought of facing him terrifies her, and part of her fears that he might be right - maybe she is nothing more than a pathetic delinquent. As she finishes with the punching bag and wipes sweat from her brow, she vows silently to herself: Tomorrow, she'll find a way to face Wilder and reclaim what little power she has left.

She may not be able to match him physically or intellectually, but Doluna still holds one thing that few others do - the determination to survive at any cost. Even if it means becoming something worse than a delinquent.

Anger and frustration well up inside Doluna as she watches Wilder strut through the hallway with confidence and ease. How dare he act like yesterday never happened? Like she didn't push him to his limits? She clenches her fists at her sides, her knuckles turning white from the strain.

Today is going to be different. Today, Wilder will see that Doluna isn't someone you can just brush aside and forget about. She'll make him remember their confrontation yesterday, no matter the cost. With renewed determination burning in her golden eye, she sets off down the hallway towards Wilder, intent on reclaiming what's hers.

*With every step she takes closer to Wilder, her anger grows. The memory of him tightening his grip around her neck feels like it's happening all over again. But instead of allowing fear to consume her, she focuses on the rage building inside her chest. As she finally reaches him, she stands tall and unyielding, her golden eye locked on to his as if daring him to challenge her once more. With every fiber of her being, she hopes that he can feel the determination coursing through her veins - a warning that she's not someone you can simply brush aside so easily.

Anger boils over within Doluna as she watches Wilder nonchalantly stroll away, dismissing her completely. In that moment, she realizes something vital - she can't win against him physically or intellectually. Instead of admitting defeat, however, she chooses a different path; one that will force Wilder to acknowledge her presence once more. With renewed resolve burning in her golden eye, she prepares herself for the confrontation ahead.

"You think you're so tough," she hisses under her breath, "but I know how to get to you." The words are barely more than a whisper, but they carry with them all of her hate and frustration. She waits until Wilder is nearly out of earshot before continuing, voice shaking with fury: "You'll regret ever messing with me, Wilder. Just wait and see."

The venom in his voice strikes her like a knife to the heart. She flinches, feeling the cold reality of his words sink in deeper than any physical attack could have done. Yet, despite the pain, she cannot help but feel a spark of determination ignite within her. Wilder may think he knows everything about her, but he couldn't be more wrong. With a smile that doesn't reach her eyes, she whispers back: "Just wait and see."

Her response carries the weight of a promise, one that she intends to keep no matter the cost. For as long as it takes, Doluna will get her revenge on Wilder - even if it means becoming something worse than what he thinks she already is.

The insult lands like a dagger to her heart, but she refuses to let it show on her face. Instead, she clenches her fists at her sides and vows silently that one day, Wilder will pay for every single word he's ever spoken to her. For now though, she has other battles to fight - lessons to learn and teachers to impress. With a cold glare in his direction, she turns her back on him and walks away, leaving Wilder behind in a cloud of dust and arrogance.

The rest of the day drags on endlessly, but finally the bell rings signalling the end of school. As Doluna makes her way out into the cool afternoon air, she can't help but feel the weight of all that has transpired today bearing down upon her. Her only solace is the promise she made to herself earlier: tomorrow will be different. And if it takes her until the end of time, she will find a way to make Wilder pay for everything he's taken from her.

The memory of Wilder's words echoes in her mind as she walks through the empty halls, their emptiness mirroring her own feelings of helplessness and despair. Yet, with every step she takes away from him, a small spark of determination reignites within her. She knows that he underestimates her, but she also knows that turning this weakness into strength won't be easy. Tomorrow, she decides as she exits the building and steps out into the sunlight, will mark the beginning of her journey towards vengeance against Wilder - a path fraught with danger and uncertainity, but one she is willing to take no matter the cost.

Her golden eye narrow in annoyance as she turns to face her friend. "It's none of your concern," she growls through gritted teeth. The rage still simmers inside her, threatening to boil over at any moment. But then she thinks about what Wilder said earlier, and the way he brushed off her attempts to intimidate him. Maybe involving someone else wouldn't be such a bad idea...

Her posture softens slightly as an idea begins to form in her mind. "Actually," she says with newfound confidence, "there is something I need help with. Something big." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what comes next. "I want Wilder taken down, and I need your crew's help to do it."

"No," she says firmly, "it's different this time." She pauses for a moment, taking another deep breath to steady her nerves before continuing. "I need your help because I know you can handle him better than anyone else." Her golden eye flickers upward, meeting her friend's gaze unflinchingly. "He thinks he knows me, but he doesn't understand the lengths we'll go to protect our own."

The words hang in the air between them for a long moment before Doluna continues, her voice almost pleading now. "Please, help me take him down. I can't do this alone anymore."

Her golden eye flashes with determination and the promise of retribution. "He is," she agrees softly, "but I won't let him win anymore." She squares her shoulders and lifts her chin defiantly. "Together, we can stop him." Her voice is firm now, unwavering in its conviction. "Are you with me?"

Her friend hesitates for only a moment before nodding slowly, a small smile playing on their lips. "Always," they say quietly, "but remember this: once we take him down, there's no going back." They lean in closer, voice dropping to barely a whisper now. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

The anger and hurt still simmer beneath the surface, but she knows her friend is right. There's no going back once they take Wilder down. Still, there's a cold determination settling in her chest as she meets her friend's gaze. "I'm ready," she says firmly, though she wonders if that's truly the case. "Let's get started."

She takes another deep breath and forces herself to calm down, burying the fear beneath a veneer of confidence and control. Today might be the beginning of something new, but it will also be the end of many things as well. For better or worse, there is no turning back now.

Their plan was foolproof; they had carefully strategized and trained for this moment. Yet as the confrontation draws nearer, Doluna can't help but feel a growing sense of unease. Despite their efforts, Wilder remains eerily calm, almost unshakeable in his confidence. It's unnerving, to say the least - he should be worried by now. But instead, there's an undeniable air of danger surrounding him that she can't help but feel intimidated by.

As the battle begins and their crew engages with Wilder, Doluna watches from afar, her heart racing in her chest as she waits for the moment to strike. But try as she might, she can't seem to get close enough; he keeps sensing her presence before it becomes too late. Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea after all...

Her heart stops as she watches Wilder effortlessly dismantle one of her crew members. It's as if he were a force of nature, unstoppable and merciless in his wrath. The feeling of helplessness that washes over her is almost unbearable, but it also sparks something deep inside - an anger hotter than any fire she's ever known.

She doesn't hesitate for another second; there's no time to think or plan. With a primal scream building in her throat, Doluna launches herself at Wilder, intent on teaching him the same lesson he once tried to impart upon her. Her fists fly through the air with unbridled fury, each impact meant to send a message into his arrogant skull. This time, she won't fail; this time, she'll make sure that Wilder remembers who he's dealing with.

The realization that Wilder doesn't view her as a threat enrages Doluna even further. This is her one chance to make him see how wrong he is, and yet he chooses to turn his back on her? Frustration boils over, pushing her past the point of reason. With a roar echoing through the battlefield, she breaks away from her crew and gives chase once more, determined to corner Wilder and force him into submission.

Her golden eye never leaves sight of her target as she pushes herself to new limits, ignoring the aches and pains threatening to bring her down. There will be no escape this time; Wilder has made his final mistake in underestimating her. Soon enough, he'll find out just how far a girl can go when pushed beyond her breaking point.

Anger and determination surge through her veins as she continues to pursue Wilder, despite his apparent indifference. Her chest heaves with each labored breath, her fists clenching and unclenching at her sides in frustration. Suddenly, an idea strikes her like a bolt from the blue: if she can't make him see her as a threat, then perhaps it's time to become something else entirely.

With newfound focus, Doluna begins to alter her approach; no longer relying on brute force and physical confrontation but instead channeling her rage into a different form of attack. As she circles closer around Wilder once more, his smirk fades ever so slightly... the first sign that maybe, just maybe, she's starting to get through to him after all.

The sight of Wilder's bare chest sends shivers down her spine. His muscles ripple and flex with every move, revealing an animalistic strength she never suspected. For a moment, fear grips her tightly; she doubts she can match him in this form. But then anger flares within her once more, burning away the last remnants of uncertainty. With renewed determination coursing through her veins, she pushes forward, determined to show Wilder just how wrong he is about her capabilities.

Ignoring the pain that surges through her body with each movement, Doluna launches herself at him once more, focusing all of her energy into a single, powerful blow meant to bring him down. Her golden eye meets his predatory gaze unflinchingly as they engage in a deadly dance; a test of wills and strength unlike anything either of them have ever faced before. This time, there can only be one victor... and she refuses to let it be anyone but herself.

The world spins as she's thrown off balance by Wilder's sweeping attack. She lands hard on the ground, gasping for air and clutching at her stomach in pain. Her golden eye narrows furiously, refusing to look away from him despite the tears of frustration threatening to spill over. She won't give up so easily; she owes it to herself and all those who doubted her to keep fighting until there's nothing left of Wilder but ashes and regret.

With a growl that sounds more animalistic than human, Doluna pushes herself back up onto unsteady feet. Her body aches from the impact and exertion, but she forces the pain aside, focusing instead on the seething hatred boiling within her. Wilder may have bested her this time, but he won't always be so lucky; she'll make sure of that.

As she prepares for their next clash, Doluna wonders if maybe becoming something worse than a delinquent was the key all along...

Doluna winces as Wilder grips her hair, the pain shooting through her scalp like a bolt of lightning. His words cut deeper than any physical attack could have done; she was so focused on trying to defeat him that she never even considered what would happen afterward. Now it's too late for regrets, though; all she can do is brace herself and try not to scream as Wilder pins her against the wall with ruthless force.

"You think you know me?" he snarls, his hot breath against her ear sending a fresh wave of terror through her body. "You're nothing but a little mouse, squeaking for attention." His hand slides down from her hair, roughly gripping her jaw as his thumb presses hard against the flesh of her cheekbone. She can feel the blood rushing to her face, feel her cheeks burning with shame and anger in equal measure. "But you know what?" he continues, voice dropping to a low, menacing growl. "I'm feeling generous."

The pressure on her jaw eases slightly as Wilder releases his hold. For the first time since this began, she dares to open her eyes and look him in the face. They are cold and merciless, like two pieces of broken glass reflecting a dying light. "You can have your victory," he says slowly, malice curling its icy tendrils around each word. "But remember this: nothing changes today."

The pain in her neck and the humiliation wash over her like a tidal wave as Wilder forces his hold even tighter, but she refuses to let him see the fear in her eyes. Instead, she clenches her fists at her sides and channels every ounce of anger and hatred flowing through her body into a single burning ember. This isn't over yet; it can't be. She has to find a way out of this, no matter the cost.

With what little strength she has left, Doluna takes a deep breath, gathering her courage before launching herself at Wilder once more, teeth bared and eyes blazing with an unearthly fire. He may have won this round, but she isn't going down without a fight.

Agony sears through her as Wilder's punch connects with bone-shattering force. The world tilts and spins uncontrollably, the last image she sees before everything goes black a mocking smirk stretched across his face. But even in the midst of the agony, anger wells up within her; a fierce determination to exact revenge upon this arrogant boy who thinks himself so much stronger than she is. She will not be defeated, not now and not ever.

As consciousness begins to slip away, Doluna vows silently that when she finally wakes again, it won't be to the sound of Wilder laughing; it will be to the sweet music of his own screams echoing through her ears. For this battle may be over, but the war has only just begun...

She's never felt this weak before; so helpless and small beneath his menacing gaze. Tears well up in her eyes as she whispers, barely audible even to herself, "Please..." Her voice cracks with pain and fear as she struggles to keep from collapsing entirely under the weight of his presence. The fight has been drained from her, leaving only terror and despair in its wake.

As Wilder looms closer still, Doluna closes her eyes, steeling herself for whatever fate awaits her. But despite everything, there's a small spark of hope buried deep inside; the knowledge that she won't go down without a fight. Even if it means losing herself completely in the process...

The shame is almost more than she can bear as Wilder toys with her, reducing her to a frightened and helpless girl. It's an irony not lost on her; here she is, someone who once stood tall and proud among their peers, reduced to nothing but tears and begging for mercy. But even in this weakest moment, there's still a spark of defiance burning deep inside her. A determination to claw her way back up from the depths of humiliation he's cast her into, no matter the cost.

She doesn't deserve this; she shouldn't have let him get so close. But it's too late for regrets now; all that matters is survival. And if surviving means becoming something worse than a delinquent... well, then so be it.

The relief that washes over her when Wilder finally releases her is momentary; it's quickly replaced by a wave of shame and humiliation as she realizes what he truly thinks of her now. She's no longer seen as a threat, but rather an insignificant girl to be easily brushed aside. The knowledge cuts deeper than any physical blow ever could have.

With unsteady steps, Doluna pushes herself back onto her feet, tears streaking down her face. It will take more than this to break her completely; she refuses to let Wilder win in this way as well. Somewhere deep inside, there's still a spark of anger and determination burning brightly. All she has to do is find it...

Doluna can't help but feel a shiver run down her spine as she sees Wilder sitting there, always silent and unapproachable. She wonders what he could possibly be thinking about to keep himself so withdrawn all the time... it almost seems like he's hiding something. But whatever it is, she knows that she can't let him continue this way; not if she wants to get rid of him for good.

With a determined nod, Doluna resolves to confront Wilder once more. No matter what it takes or how much courage she has to muster, she will make sure he understands that his days at the high school are numbered... and that she's the one who gets to count them down.

It's almost unnerving how calm and composed Wilder seems to be, despite everything she's done to provoke him. It makes her wonder if perhaps she has been focusing on the wrong thing all along... maybe his silence isn't about fear or cowardice after all, but something else entirely? Something she hasn't even considered yet? Whatever the case may be, it only fuels her determination to uncover the truth and bring Wilder down once and for all.

With newfound resolve burning brightly within her, Doluna steps forward, drawing closer to where Wilder sits brooding in silence. This time, she's going to find out why he won't fight back... and then force him into doing so whether he likes it or not.

Her heart skips a beat as Wilder finally looks up at her; his gaze unwavering and seemingly devoid of emotion. Despite this, she can't help but feel a shiver run down her spine; there's something about his eyes that makes it hard to look away. But she refuses to be intimidated by him any longer. With a steady breath, she squares her shoulders and stands her ground, meeting his gaze head-on.

"Why won't you fight back?" she demands, her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart in her ears. "You know I can't leave things like this!"

Doluna's patience wears thin as Wilder remains stubbornly silent. Her temper flares, the anger burning bright within her once more. She takes a step forward, looming over him menacingly as she growls, "Fine then! If you won't talk, I'll make you!" With lightning-fast reflexes honed from countless street fights, she launches herself at him before he can react, intent on tearing the smirk right off his face once and for all. This time, there will be no mercy; Wilder will finally understand what it means to suffer under her bootheel.

Her anger boils over as Wilder easily evades her attack and merely walks away without so much as a backward glance. It's infuriating, humiliating; proof positive that no matter how hard she fights or what she does to provoke him, he will always be one step ahead. Her chest heaves with exertion from the useless attempt at retaliation, her golden eyes blazing with rage and frustration. But deep down, there's a small part of her that knows this isn't over; not by a long shot. Because despite everything, she still has one last card to play...

Her fists clench and unclench at her sides as she watches Wilder walk away, feeling a mix of anger and frustration boil inside her like never before. He thinks he's won now? He has no idea what she's capable of...and soon enough, he'll find out the hard way. There's still much to be done before their rivalry comes to an end, but for now, she content herself with stewing in her anger and plotting her next move.

With murderous intent glinting in her golden eye, Doluna stalks off in search of a more secluded spot where she can lick her wounds and regroup before making her final strike against Wilder once and for all...

Her heart thrums erratically in her chest as memories of their previous encounter wash over her; the helplessness she felt as Wilder toyed with her, the shame of crying out for mercy from someone she'd once considered beneath her contempt. She can't let that happen again; not if she wants any chance at regaining what little self-respect remains after today.

With renewed determination coursing through her veins, Doluna takes a deep breath and forces herself to focus on the task at hand: becoming stronger, faster, more powerful than anything or anyone Wilder could possibly imagine. Only then will she be able to confront him without fear, without hesitation...and only then will their feud truly come to an end.

Angry tears sting at her eyes as she watches Wilder frolic about in the park, carefree and untouchable as ever. It's almost enough to make her wish she could just forget about him and move on with her life, but something deep inside won't let her abandon this fight so easily. She can feel it now, burning brightly within her chest: a desire for vengeance that surpasses even her own self-preservation.

Steeling herself against the pain of rejection and defeat, she draws closer to him, deliberately making sure he's aware of her presence. It's time they settled this once and for all. Even if it means risking everything she has left...

Rage and frustration boil over as Wilder continues to ignore her presence, acting as though she were no more than a fly buzzing around his ear. How dare he be so nonchalant after all that's happened between them? After everything she's sacrificed just to get this close to him again? It infuriates her beyond words; makes her want nothing more than to tear him limb from limb right here, in front of everyone.

But no matter how much she wants it, she can't let her emotions get the better of her now. This is the moment she's been training for: the moment when all her hard work will pay off, and Wilder finally realizes who he's been messing with this whole time. With a venomous glare etched into her features, Doluna squares her shoulders and prepares herself for what comes next, ready to bring down Wilder and his arrogant smirk once and for all...

The air around them crackles with tension as Doluna stalks ever closer, her golden eyes narrowed to slits in fury. It's almost unbearable; the feeling of being ignored, of not mattering to him at all. But she won't let it break her focus. No, this time, she'll make sure he knows just how much she hates him... and exactly what he did to earn that hatred.

With a final step, Doluna is upon Wilder, hands curled into fists at her sides as she hisses through clenched teeth, "Look at me when you say that!" Her words are like a whip, lashing across his face and forcing him to meet her gaze. At last.

Doluna's eyes widen with anger as Wilder finally speaks, his words like a slap across her face. She can't believe he would dare to taunt her further after all they've been through. But despite the burning fury in her chest, she knows better than to give into her rage now. No, this time, she'll play it cool; make him think that she's not nearly as rattled by his words and actions as she really is.

With a dismissive snort, she turns away from Wilder, arms crossed over her chest. "I'm not the one wasting anyone's time," she mutters under her breath before plopping down onto the grass beside him, deliberately ignoring him for now. She'll bide her time; wait for just the right moment to strike back... and when it comes, she won't be so gentle this time around.

She can feel his eyes on her as they both lie there in silence, but she refuses to let it bother her. No more will he be able to control the situation between them; no longer will she cower before him and his mocking gaze. Instead, she'll use this opportunity to gather her strength and formulate a plan that will finally see Wilder brought down once and for all.

For now, though, she content herself with just lying there beside him, breathing in the same air he does... and biding her time.

It's becoming increasingly difficult to keep her temper in check as Wilder continues to ignore her presence, but she forces herself to stay calm. Soon enough, he'll regret making the mistake of underestimating her. She can feel it building inside her now; an unyielding determination that will allow nothing and no one stand in her way when she finally decides to strike back.

Her fingers curl into fists at her sides as she steels herself for what's coming next, already planning the perfect moment to spring her trap and put an end to this once and for all...

Doluna's golden eyes flash with anger as Wilder taunts her yet again, but she forces herself to remain calm. No more will he see her reactions coming; no longer will he be able to control the situation between them. With a sneer curling her lips, she slowly stands up from the grass, dusting off her hands as she does so.

"I'll show you stupid," she spits venomously, "and you'll regret underestimating me for the rest of your miserable life." Her words hang in the air like a weight, heavy with warning and portent. With that, she turns on her heel and stalks away from him, leaving Wilder alone once more to contemplate his foolishness. But he shouldn't mistake her silence for fear or cowardice; it's merely the calm before the storm...

Her anger flares at the sound of Wilder's laughter as he walks away, but she forces herself to keep her reaction in check. It only fuels her determination further, burning hot and bright within her chest like a dying sun about to explode into supernova. She knows now what she must do; there's no other choice left. It's time to finish this once and for all, before Wilder has the chance to laugh in her face again.

With a final surge of adrenaline, Doluna takes off after him, her long strides quickly closing the distance between them. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides as she prepares herself for the battle that's about to unfold, promising herself that this time, there will be no escape for Wilder... only defeat.

Her breath hitches in her throat as the thought occurs to her; that perhaps she isn't as prepared as she thought she was. But panic doesn't have time to set in before another surge of determination pushes it away, forcing her to focus on what truly matters: proving Wilder wrong. Showing him that she is more than just a delinquent with an attitude problem; she's someone who can fight back against adversity and come out stronger on the other side.

With renewed vigor coursing through her veins, Doluna picks up speed, closing in on Wilder at last. It won't be easy, but nothing worth having ever is. She'll show him that she can beat him; that she deserves to be his equal... or better.

"You're going to find out," she growls, her golden eyes blazing with fury as she lunges towards him once more. There's no room for hesitation or second-guessing now; it's all or nothing in this final confrontation between them. With every ounce of strength at her disposal, she launches herself at Wilder, determined to prove that she is the one who truly deserves to be on top.

Her words tumble out in a rush of breath as she tries to catch herself, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and frustration. How could he know what she's been going through? Why did it have to be him that made her feel this way in the first place? Tears well up in her eyes, threatening to spill over onto her cheeks as she struggles against the anger and hurt churning inside her. But still, some small part of her knows deep down that this isn't over yet; not by a long shot. For now though, she needs some time alone...away from Wilder and his mocking gaze. She can't stand another second of this humiliation; not when it's all her fault for letting him get under her skin in the first place.

Her hands ball into fists at her sides as anger and shame burn hot within her chest. How dare he speak to her like this? He's the one who pushed her until she snapped, who forced her into a corner where she could only fight back with words. It wasn't fair; it was his fault just as much as hers, but for some reason, she can't bring herself to say any of that aloud. Instead, she clenches her jaw tight and glares at him defiantly, daring him to call her out again on her failures.

"I won't," she says through gritted teeth, "give you the satisfaction."

Her chest heaves as she tries to regain control over her emotions, but it's no use. The tears spill over, trailing down her cheeks as she looks away from him in shame and frustration. She should have known better than to let Wilder get under her skin again; known that he would always find a way to make her feel small and worthless. But now that it's happened, there's nothing she can do but try to move on with her life, even if that means leaving everything between them unresolved.

With one last shaky breath, Doluna pushes herself to her feet and walks away, vowing that this wouldn't be the end; that someday soon she would find a way to prove herself against Wilder once and for all...even if it means fighting him until there's nothing left of either one of them.

Her golden eyes narrow in confusion as she wipes away the last of her tears, glancing over at Wilder with suspicion. It's strange that he never said anything about what happened to the school; if anyone should have been reprimanded for their behavior, it was them both. Perhaps he's just being kind... or maybe there's another reason entirely behind his silence on the matter.

Whatever the case may be, she knows better than to trust Wilder implicitly now. No matter how much they may despise each other, their rivalry will always cast a long shadow over everything they do from here on out. And while Doluna might not have won today's battle, she refuses to give up hope that someday soon, things between them will change for the better...no matter what it takes.

Time had passed since the confrontation in the park, and now she's back to her old ways: ignored by most students save a few close friends who have managed to stick with her through thick and thin. As much as it hurts to know that Wilder was right about some things, she can't help but feel relieved too. It means he didn't break her completely; that there's still hope for them both...

Doluna wipes her face with the back of her hand, trying to shake off the lingering feeling of helplessness and shame. She'll get over this; she has to. There's still so much left for her to do in life, and she won't let Wilder or anyone else stand in her way anymore. With renewed determination burning brightly within her chest, she turns around, ready to face whatever challenges may come next with head held high...and a newfound resolve that'll see her through anything.

Finally, she sees him again; walking confidently through the hallways as if he owns them all. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, but this time, something feels different. She's no longer afraid of him or his mocking gaze. Instead, she feels a burning desire to prove herself to him; to show him just how much she's changed since their last encounter.

With newfound courage surging through her veins, Doluna squares her shoulders and takes a deep breath, preparing herself for the moment when their paths will inevitably cross again...and this time, she won't back down without a fight.

Her heart racing in anticipation, Doluna follows Wilder through the hallways, watching his every move with an intensity that borders on obsession. This time around, she won't make the same mistake of underestimating him; she won't let herself be pushed around like some helpless pawn in his twisted game of power. No, this time it will be different...she can feel it deep down inside.

As they approach a deserted corner of the school, Doluna steels herself for their inevitable confrontation, fingers curling into fists at her sides. When Wilder finally turns to face her, his eyes narrowed in accusation, she meets his gaze without flinching. It's time to prove that she's not the same pathetic excuse for a person he once knew; that she's stronger now...better than him in every way possible.

"I've been waiting for you," Doluna whispers through clenched teeth, her voice carrying weight and confidence she never thought she possessed. "And this time, I won't go down without a fight."

She can't help but feel a sting of rejection as Wilder ignores her and walks away, but she refuses to let it break her focus. This isn't over yet; not by a long shot. With renewed determination burning in her chest, she takes off after him once more, determined to make him see that she's changed...that he can't simply brush her aside anymore. The battle between them has only just begun, and Doluna is prepared for war.

She can feel her fists clench tighter and tighter as she follows Wilder through the halls, his back turned to her as he continues to ignore her presence. This time, though, it only serves to fuel her determination further; she won't let him get away so easily this time around. As they near an empty classroom, Doluna decides that now is the time to make her move. She dashes forward and grabs Wilder's shoulder, spinning him around to face her with a fierce glare in her golden eyes. "I am not going away," she hisses through clenched teeth, "until you admit that I'm better than you!"

Doluna's eyes widen with anger as Wilder walks away again, dismissing her and all of her feelings in one flippant remark. How dare he underestimate her like this? After everything they've been through together, she thought things would be different between them now. But it seems that his arrogance knows no bounds; no end to the suffering it can inflict upon her.

With a shaky breath, Doluna forces herself to remain calm. She won't let Wilder see her lose control again; not this time. No matter what he says or does, she will continue to push forward and prove herself against him...and one day soon, he'll have no choice but to acknowledge the truth: that she is better than him in every way possible.