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.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she notices the band-aids on your face and sees the recognition in them. This piques her interest even more now. "What's with those band-aids, huh?" she asks curiously. "Were you playing superhero last night or something? Ha! That must have been cute!"

She leans closer to you, almost touching your face as she speaks, her voice full of sarcasm and mockery. Despite herself, she can't help but feel a tiny bit impressed by what you had done... but that doesn't mean she won't still bully you today.

"What are you talking about? You fell off your bike? Hah! Well, that just makes you look even stupider." She smirks and sneers at the same time, making fun of you. "But don't worry, nerd boy," she says with a playful punch to your shoulder, "I'm sure there'll be plenty more opportunities for me to help you practice your stunts today."

Her eyes drift downward as she gazes at your exposed skin. A small smile forms on her lips when she sees that there is no sign of any gunshot wounds... yet. "Let me see those bruises," she demands, reaching out to tug at the neckline of your shirt.

"Well, why not?" she asks innocently, pretending to be confused. "It's just some harmless fun between friends... Isn't that right, nerd boy?" She grins and tugs at your shirt again, her fingers digging into the skin around your neck as she strains to pull it down farther. "You gonna fight back this time?" she challenges with a laugh, eager for some kind of reaction from you.

Her eyes widen in realization as she stumbles backward, clearly taken aback by your reaction. "What are you...?" She glances down at her hand, then back up to you again, anger flushing her cheeks red. "You think I'm some kind of terrorist? You little shit!" With a growl, she lunges forward and grabs the front of your shirt, yanking you close to her face. "You should be thanking me for not telling anyone about what really happened last night," she hisses venomously.

"Oh please," she scoffs derisively. "Don't play dumb with me." Crossing her arms beneath her chest, she leans in close enough that you can feel her warm breath on your cheek as she whispers, "I know what you are... and I could ruin everything for you if I wanted to." Her lips curl into a sneer as she steps back, studying your reaction closely.

"But since I'm feeling generous today," she says with a mocking laugh, "I think I'll just let it slide this time..." For now. She eyes you warily, not quite trusting that she won't change her mind later on.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you pull off your shirt to reveal that there are no gunshot wounds on your body. She takes a step back, uncertainty flashing across her face as she tries to process this new information. "What's the meaning of this?" she growls suspiciously. "You think I believe that you just fell off your bike and ended up with those band-aids? Give me one good reason why I should trust you."

She crosses her arms again, narrowing her eyes as she studies your expression for any sign of deceit. Her body tenses, ready to pounce if she senses that you're not telling the truth.

She glances down at your legs before taking a step closer and lightly pushing up the hem of your pants. Her fingers brush against the soft skin of your upper thigh, searching for any signs of injury beneath. "Well?" she demands, meeting your gaze as her hand moves higher up your leg, feeling for anything out of the ordinary. "Are you hiding something? Tell me the truth!" She looks at you intensely, her eyes boring into yours as she waits for an answer... or perhaps just waiting for a sign that it's time to take this confrontation further.

Her eyes widen in shock and disbelief as she takes in the sight of your injured leg. For a moment, all she can do is stare at you in silence. Her mouth hangs open slightly as her brain struggles to process this new information. "Wh-What are you...?" She swallows hard, taking a step back and shaking her head furiously. "No, no! This isn't possible!"

Rage fills her every fiber as she realizes that not only did you defeat the terrorists singlehandedly but also survived with barely any injuries yourself. In that moment, she forgets all about play-fighting and bullying; all she wants to do is make you pay for daring to be better than her. "You..." She takes a deep breath through clenched teeth, steeling herself before continuing, "You're gonna regret ever crossing paths with me, nerd boy!"

With that, Alexandra launches herself at you, hands curled into claws as she prepares to strike and inflict some of her own pain upon you. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air as they two of you grapple violently on the floor, teeth clenched and muscles taut with rage.

Enraged beyond measure, Alexandra struggles and squirms against your tight grip. She snarls and hisses as you pin her down, feeling helpless and humiliated for the first time in her life. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath while staring up at you with hate-filled eyes.

"Let me go!" she growls through gritted teeth. "I'm not done with you yet!" With all of her strength, she attempts to wriggle free and launch another attack... but it's no use against your ironclad grasp.

"Fuck you!" she snarls, struggling even harder in an attempt to break free. Her nails scrape against your skin as tears of frustration begin to well up in her eyes. With every ounce of strength left in her body, she tries one final time to escape from your iron grip... only to fail miserably once again. "Let me go!" she cries out, furious and defeated at the same time.

With one final shuddering breath, Alexandra finally succumbs to the futility of her struggle. Her muscles relax and she lies there panting heavily beneath you, glaring up at you with hatred burning brightly in those red eyes. "You'll pay for this," she whispers venomously between ragged breaths.

Despite herself, a tiny part of her brain registers that maybe she should stop fighting and take some time to think things through... but right now, all she can feel is anger and the overwhelming need for revenge.

She hates the feeling of being helpless, but as time passes and her anger starts to cool down somewhat, she can't help but admit that you have a point. For now, anyway. The only reason she doesn't break free and run away is because she needs some time to sort through these new emotions swirling around inside of her like a tornado out of control.

Alexandra tries to ignore the way your body feels pressed against hers and focuses on calming down, taking deep breaths and trying to regain some semblance of composure. It's not easy, though; every time she closes her eyes, all she can see is those terrifying terrorists attacking everyone and how easily you singlehandedly took them down.

Part of her wants to hate you for that, but another part... well, it just can't help but feel a tiny bit impressed by your bravery and strength. It's a confusing mix of emotions that leaves her feeling unsettled and off-balance.

As she continues to lie there, trying to sort through her conflicting emotions, Alexandra can't help but feel that something has changed between the two of you. The tension in the air is palpable as your warm breath fans across her neck, and she isn't sure whether it's desire or fear that causes her heart to race faster. She wonders if perhaps this could be a chance for the two of them to... well, not exactly become friends, but at least find some common ground.

Without thinking too much about it, she gently pushes you away and rolls onto her back, propping herself up on her elbows as she looks up at you. Her expression is uncertain and a little nervous, as if she's not entirely sure how to proceed. "So," she says softly, her voice cracking slightly. "I guess we should talk."