Alexandra Briar had always been good at winning debates- and hearts.

One thing about her, that I liked, Only one thing, that she was fun to be around. I never got bored from being around her, Even though, I hate her, I think I hate her, she's cool- I think? Just really sucks at science.

"Have you seen my science project?" I ask Sarah, My younger sister. I loved her, she was the only family I could be myself around. My parents were amazing, but they were people I couldn't talk to- I just didn't quite feel like it.

"Oh, I think Alexandra took it. She said Vincent needed it." Of course! That little- Geez. I can't bring myself to use harsh words against her, maybe because of how amazing I am. I was sure that Ms. Troublemaker was going to take credit for it, or do something even worse- ruin it.

I sigh, I couldn't yell at my sister, it wasn't her fault, so I say nothing, I pack my bag, and spot the project underneath it with a note that says "I bet I worried you, Idiot."  That was Alexandra's handwriting, I knew because we were lab partners. Probably one of the worst pairings in university. I remove the note from it and put it in my backpack.

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"The answer to the 11th question is Chlorophyll." I answer, we were currently in botany class. Alexandra looked like she wanted to pass out, Tara, her best friend, was beside her. Tara & Chris Skye, My best friend, were lab partners. 

They both got lucky, they were dating and coincidently, were also lab partners. And I got Ms. Rolls-Eyes-For-No-Reason, Ms. My-Family's-Almost-Golden-Something.

The class slowly comes to an end, and Alexandra rushes out the classroom. Chris & I leave, Tara stays, She had an extra botany class today, which was optional, but she was a sucker for science.

Opposite of Alexandra. 

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I was a part of the tennis club, and the best player, played as a part of the school team. Chris & I met here. He just asked to play, we chatted, and well, got close.

I was on my way to the tennis-playing-area thing, and I saw Alexandra on my way, she was crying

Was I supposed to be worried for the one I hate? Why was she crying? I felt a pang in my chest, wait, why? She was bruised.

I went over to her. I couldn't see her cry, and she never cried, what happened? 

"Alexandra, Who did this to you?" I kneel down to face her level, she wiped her tears and shows me a bruise, and I immediately knew.

Her Ex. Ronald Myers. Even his name sucks, Sorry to all the Ronalds out there. Her ex was abusive, terrible, broke her heart, shattered her. She was in depression. For months. 

She doesn't reply quick, but when she does, it's a sad.. sad whisper, almost inaudible. But I pay attention, this was random, why was I feeling.. mad? I shouldn't. No.

"I got into a fight with Ronald. He was asking for money, money for being able to tolerate someone like me." What the fuck? Money? That made zero sense, and it sounded stupid as fuck. 

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Next thing I knew, there was a bruised Ronald, lying on the floor, in front of me. And my knuckles? Red. I wasn't a troublemaker. I was the opposite. And I don't know what had.. oh god..

What got into me? What the hell?  No way. Me? What- 

I was panicking, I had just made R-Word Bitch cry, blood on his nose and lips, and purple undereyes. And for what? Alexandra. I felt no regret though, not even worried.. I.. It felt..

It felt great.

I wanted to laugh? I felt proud. Beating up someone has never felt so good, I'd taken therapy for inner piece but this? This was amazing. This WAS therapy. All I could think about was Alexandra right now, though. Is she okay? Wait, Why am I thinking about her?

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