"My, aren't you pitiful? Weren't you supposed to be the all-star version of a boxer?" The girl with ebony black hair stated in a sing-song voice. It irritated him. "I mean, you didn't even make me use my ultimate weapon against you. Such a shame." She was plain looking. Scratch that, she was innocent looking with those brown eyes of her that faked warmth. She was anything but innocent.
Miyako Okubo. 16 years old. Leader of the group of people responsible for the recent problems in the academy.
"Is that so? If anything, it's a shame that you're wasting your potential." He tried to smirk. How did he, Alexander Hawkins, get himself in this position? Hopelessly on his knees, surrounded by her minions who disturbingly looked blank at the whole situation.
She sighed dramatically. "You wound me Boxer-san, after all, calling a cute girl like me a waste is super mean don't you think?" She turned to him and smiled. "Do you want to know the dirt I have on you Alexander?"
"As if anything will—"
Her mouth moved and his blood ran cold.
He laughed. It was a cold, dry, fake little laugh. "As if there's any truth in that."
"Tada!" Miyako flicked a picture of him. "Isn't this proof enough? Weren't you a little lax on your security?" Her grin widened. "If I send this to them, it'll ruin your relationship wouldn't it?"
In a flash Alexander tried to grab the picture from her grasp but she kicked him in the chin.
"You bitch." He was breathing heavily. "What do you want?" He whispered.
"Oh it's really easy Boxer-san." He could swear she looked at him like a predator did to its prey. How could someone so young be capable of doing this? "Back off and report to your boss that I'm innocent after all."
Alexander gritted his teeth, his knuckles clenched so hard that his nails dug into his palms.
"It'll really break his heart you know." She turned away from him. "Or should I say hers? Tee hee. Mata ne Boxer-san. I expect you to be a good boy and do as you're told."
Alexander screamed. All the pent up anger erupting to a scream then into fists bloodying the concrete. He barely noticed as the rain drenched him.
