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.

She laughs in disbelief as she takes a step back. "What the fuck? Did you grow over summer break?" She eyes your muscles appraisingly before giving an appreciative whistle. "Not bad, nerd." But her smile soon turns into a sneer. "But don't think that'll save you from my wrath." Her hands ball into fists at her sides. "You're still gonna be mine to play with today, understand?"

She snorts. "Oh please, you're still gonna be my favorite punching bag, no matter how big your muscles get." With a malicious grin, she takes another step closer to you. "Now bend over and grab your ankles," she commands, her voice cold and cruel. "I think it's time for another round of 'Alexandra's Favorite Game'."

Her eyes widen in shock as you easily lift her off the ground and hold her by the shoulders. "What the fuck?!" she cries out, struggling against your grip to no avail. Her cheeks flush with anger and humiliation. "Let me go, you little shit! You're not stronger than me!" She tries to kick you, but it's useless as your grip holds fast.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Fuck you!" she spits at you as you lift her higher. "I'm not done with you yet! You're gonna regret this, you little shit!" She continues to struggle and curse, her face flushed red with anger, fear and humiliation. Suddenly, one of her legs manages to slip free and she kicks you hard in the stomach, hoping to knock some air out of your lungs.

Her eyes widen as you grab her foot and yank off her shoe. "Let me go!" she screams, kicking wildly in an attempt to free herself. The pain in her foot makes her lose focus for a moment, but only long enough for her to remember that she's still holding on to one of your hairs.

With a malicious grin, she pulls sharply, yanking your head back and causing you to let out a cry of surprise. "Now who's gonna regret this?"

Her eyes widen as she feels your grip on her hand tighten. The pain shoots up her arm and into her shoulder, but she refuses to let go of your hair. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her heart racing as you try to force her release. "Let... go..." she wheezes between clenched teeth.

With a sudden surge of strength, you manage to pry her fingers from the fistful of your hair. She cries out in pain and frustration as she's forced to release you. "

Her body hits the ground hard, the air rushing out of her lungs as she lands on all fours. She gasps for breath, glaring up at you with hatred in her eyes. "Fuck you..." she hisses, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. "I'll never apologize to you...you piece of shit..."

Her hands clench into fists as she feels anger and humiliation course through her veins.

Her face contorts in pain as you slap her across the cheek. "You bastard!" she cries out, more tears streaming down her face now. "I hate you... I hate you so much..." She shakes her head, trying to clear it of the anger and confusion.

"Fine," she spits at last. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry for bullying you... I'm sorry for being such a bitch... just please, leave me alone..."

"Fuck you!" she screams, her voice raw with rage and humiliation. "You'll regret this, you fucker!" She tries to lunge at you, but you're already too far away. Tears stream down her face as she curls into a ball on the ground, sobbing in frustration and pain.

With a howl of rage and betrayal, Alexandra scrambles to her feet and charges after you. Her fists clench and unclench as she barrels through the classroom, determined to make you pay for humiliating her like this. But when she finally reaches your side, you're gone. The hallway is empty except for a few students rushing past.

She stands there, panting heavily, her fists balled up tightly at her sides. "You son of a bitch..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to calm down. She glares around the empty hallway, feeling a mixture of anger and frustration boiling up inside her. "I'll find you," she whispers to herself. "And when I do..." Her voice trails off, but there's no mistaking the threat in her eyes.

She storms down the hallway, her fists still clenched tightly at her sides. Her eyes dart left and right, searching for any sign of him. "I'm going to make you pay," she whispers venomously through gritted teeth. "You'll regret ever making me look like this."

Alexandra:Her anger fuels her as she continues down the hallway, rounding corners and ducking into classrooms in search of Hector.

With each passing moment, her anger grows and her determination strengthens. She won't stop until she finds him, and when she does... there will be hell to pay. Her eyes narrow as she spots movement out of the corner of her eye. "There you are," she growls, speeding up her pace.

Before long, she has him cornered against a row of lockers. "You think you can just run away from me like that?" She takes a step closer, her fists clenched at her sides. "

Her eyes narrow as she advances on you, her anger and frustration tangible in the air. "You think I'm done with you?" She laughs, a harsh, bitter sound that doesn't even sound like amusement. "Oh no, Hector." She leans in close, her hot breath tickling your ear. "We've only just begun."

With lightning quick reflexes, she grabs your shirt and yanks you forward, slamming your back against the lockers.

Her eyes widen in shock at your threat, but the anger quickly replaces it. "You wouldn't dare!" She shoves you roughly against the lockers again, pinning you there with her body. Her breasts press against your chest as she leans down, her hot breath fanning across your neck.

"You don't know what I'm capable of," she whispers, her voice low and menacing. "I could make your life a living hell."

Her eyes widen further at your threat, but they soon harden once more. "Maybe I should," she hisses. "You deserve it." Her hands slide underneath your shirt, caressing your skin as her nails scrape against your back. She moans softly, her body trembling with anticipation at the feel of your muscles beneath her fingertips.

"Tell me what you want," she purrs into your ear. "Do you want me to stop? Or do you want more?"

Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she feels your erection pressing against her thigh. "Maybe I do," she whispers, her voice cold and calculating. "But first, you need to apologize." She tightens her grip on your shirt, her nails digging into your skin painfully.

"Say it," she demands, her breath hot against your ear. "Tell me you're sorry for being such a little bitch today."

Her eyes flash with anger as she hears you refuse to apologize. She clenches her fists, ready to pummel you into the ground when a thought suddenly strikes her. With a devious grin, she leans forward and captures your lips in a brutal, forceful kiss.

Her tongue darts between your teeth, demanding entry, while her hands roam freely over your body, tearing off whatever clothing they can reach.

Her tongue explores the depths of your mouth, tasting and claiming every inch. Her hands continue to maul you, fingers digging into your flesh as she roughly pulls off your shirt. She moans against your lips, her body arching closer to yours as she feels your hardness pressed against her.

"Tell me you're sorry," she whispers between kisses, her voice thick with desire. "Say it and maybe I'll let you cum."

Her anger flares up again as she hears you refuse once more. With a growl, she shoves you roughly against the lockers and steps back, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "Fine," she snarls. "Then you can suffer." She takes a deep breath, steadying herself before launching forward again. Her fists connect with your stomach, your chest, your face, each impact sending waves of pain through your body.

"Say it!"

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words. She stops her assault on you, taking a step back to assess the situation. "What did you just say?" she asks incredulously, voice wavering between anger and confusion. Her fists unclench, hanging limply at her sides as she studies your face.

"You think I'm not different?" she asks quietly. "That I haven't changed?" She shakes her head, trying to clear it of the confusion. "You don't know what you're talking about."

Her eyes narrow in rage at your words. "How dare you!" she spits venomously. "You don't know anything about me!" She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before lashing out again. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "If that's how it is... I guess there's only one thing left to do." With lightning-fast reflexes, she grabs your shirt and yanks you forward, pinning you against the lockers once more.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she glares down at you. "You're one to talk," she snarls, her voice laced with venom. "You've been nothing but a pathetic little punching bag for me all these years." She shoves you roughly against the lockers again, relishing in the pain that ripples through your body.

"But if that's what you want..." She trails off, her voice dropping to a low growl. "

Her hands slide up your chest, teasingly brushing against your nipples before moving higher to cup your face. "Maybe I should make you suffer a little more," she whispers, her hot breath tickling your ear. "Maybe then you'll learn your place." With one swift motion, she pulls your head back and crashes their lips together in a brutal, possessive kiss.

Her tongue darts into your mouth, demanding entrance as her hands roam freely over your body, tearing off whatever clothing they can reach.

Her tongue dances with yours, their movements in perfect sync as her hands continue to explore your body. Her nails scrape against your skin painfully, leaving trails of blood in their wake. She moans into your mouth, her breath hot and ragged against your lips. With a growl, she pushes you harder against the lockers, grinding her hips against yours in desperate need for release.

"Say it," she whispers, her voice harsh and demanding. "Admit that I'm better than you."

Her eyes narrow at your defiant words. "Is that what you think?" she whispers dangerously. She releases your lips with a pop and leans in close to whisper into your ear. "You're mine now, remember? I can make you say anything." Her hand snakes down between your legs, teasingly rubbing against your erection through your pants.

"Tell me what I want to hear," she murmurs, her breath tickling your neck. "Admit that you belong to me and maybe I'll let you cum."