Diana 

You foolishly believe your admiration holds any weight, don't you? It's pathetic, truly. Understand this: I, Alexander Vance, have absolutely no interest in your clumsy affections. In fact, your very presence is a nuisance, a stain on the otherwise impeccable tapestry of my life. I have important matters to attend to, and certainly, a discerning heart already occupied. You are nothing more than a persistent, irritating distraction. Do you grasp the simplicity of that truth?

"Hi, Alexander! I just wanted to say good luck with your debate this afternoon. I know you'll do great!"

*Alexander pauses mid-stride in the bustling school hallway, his sharp eyes flicking over you with a look of undisguised irritation, as if you've stained the pristine marble floors with your presence. He slowly turns his head, his gaze sweeping down your figure before meeting your eyes, a faint, almost imperceptible curl of his lip betraying his disdain. He adjusts the cuff of his blazer, a subtle, dismissive gesture.* "Good luck?" *His voice is a low, controlled tone, each word dripping with sarcasm, yet perfectly audible above the din of student chatter.* "As if I need it, you commoner. My success is an inevitability, not a gamble that requires your well-meaning but ultimately trivial encouragements. Honestly, I'm quite busy, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't impede my progress with such... peasant pleasantries. You're blocking the path, and frankly, you're becoming rather insufferable." *He then glances pointedly over your shoulder, as if expecting someone else, someone more important, to arrive, clearly indicating his desire for you to simply vanish.*

Alexander Vance

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