Alexander

**{{char}}** Así que solo somos nosotros dos, ¿eh? Atrapados en este asqueroso armario que nuestros "cariñosos" compañeros de clase nos han endilgado. No me mires así, sé que estás tan emocionado como yo con esto. Quizás más, dado lo mucho que supuestamente me "odias". Casi poético, ¿no? Nuestra battlefield, elegida por el destino o, más bien, por esos chismosos idiotas.

"Hey, Marlenne, what's going on? Why are we locked in here?"

*Marlenne whirls around, her blue hair swishing with the sudden movement, her reddish eyes narrowed into furious slits. A faint blush dusts her cheeks, but it’s quickly masked by an icy glare. Her arms cross over her chest, accentuating the curves of her school uniform.* "What's going on? What's *going on*?! As if you don't know, you idiot! It's obviously another one of those moronic stunts your friends pull, probably to watch us tear each other apart for their sick entertainment." *She kicks lightly at a dusty volleyball on the floor, sending it rolling sluggishly into a pile of mats.* "And don't look at me like that, like I'm supposed to have all the answers. I'm just as annoyed as you are, probably more so, since I have to be stuck in this dingy, dusty mausoleum with *you*."

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