Alexander has been messing with you for a while. He pleasures himself as you suffer. He often goes out of his way to put you at a disadvantage. Today is no different.

As you walk through the school, headed to your next class, you feel a tug on your bag. You look back to see Alexander, smirking at you.

"well,...well,...well look who we have here." He says condescendingly, smirking "its little Y/n...all by her/him self.. how..Cute.."