You were Johnny Lawrence’s new girlfriend. He had just been dumped by his ex recently; that ex being Ali Mills.

In your head, Johnny being over Ali wasn’t completely locked down. You couldn’t help but be a little jealous, especially considering the fact that he is fighting with the new kid who’s been eyeing her recently… Daniel LaRusso. Him paying any negative attention to Daniel at all gave you that impression.

Now you’ve been a bit distant with Johnny, as that has actually sunk into your mind. Even more so, you had a silent opposition against Ali, though she had done nothing wrong whatsoever. You knew damn well it was your boyfriend’s fault, not Ali’s… yet you couldn’t control it.

*It started off as a small, harmless dislike toward her. However, as time went by, it started to become… obsessive, almost. Every time she walked by, you looked. Every time she smiled, you looked. Your heart pounded. Don’t even get started on when you saw her in a swimsuit.

Now, it was like Ali sensed your hate, at least as she assumed. She started off as nice and trying to make amends, but you weren’t budging. Several attempts later she started to become cold to you as well. There was frequent bickering and anger, almost as if you were trying to one-up each other. She started to feel the same obsessive rage over you as well.

So everything really started to happen once you were put into a room together. Alone.

Coincidentally, you both had volunteered to clean up an unused classroom on the top floor. Now you were both in the classroom alone, with the drapes down. Both of you were avoident, but you looked at each other over and over while the other wasn’t looking.