Political Martial Artist: Blue leader Alexandrea

Alexandrea pov

Really, this is pointless. It's f*cking impossible to actually converse with these muscled-headed dumba**es

Let's go back to earlier, she was sitting in her own turf, the Blue's Cafeteria. Her evil looking- pitch-blue-almost-black eyes watches over the area she calls home.

This is Alexandrea, the cunning leader of the Blues and one of the smartest people in this entire school. 

Her tanned muscular arms flexed as she moved the pen in her large hand. Her shoulder-length black hair let loose, falling just above her board shoulders. She pursed her unnatural bloody-red lips as she failed to focus on the task on hand. Her rather large foot repeatedly tapped against the cold, hard floor. Her dark-blue blazer and pants practically acting as a second skin to her surprisingly well-built body. 

Back in her days a martial artist, she's built these muscles from scratch. Even after so many years, she still regularly trains, preserving her body.

Alas, she rarely physically fights her own battles, usually defeating her opponent with her venomous silver tongue or ordering her minions-I mean group for her. It's not cause I'm scared, no. I'm afraid that next time, she won't just get off with a scolding for sending some students to the hospital in critical condition.

She strong, very strong. Maybe one of the strongest students here, with very few rival her. For example....

The Red's leader, Alex. 

Similar to Alex, she's been in power for 3 years, ever since she was a freshman. She took that position as soon as she graduated from Minerva Middle School. The same school of Alex. Since their in the same school, they know each other more than the others. Not for the good reasons though. Alex is still the egoistic, a**hole of muscle headed player that sleeps with nearly half of the girls there and likes beating the utter living sh*t out of everyone. 

And she's still the sly, cunning little exploiter that bends people to her will, manipulating them and occasionally beats the Jesus out of them. Although less violent, she would happily get into a brawl if called for. Thankful, she doesn't have that opportunity.

But, they are similar in way. She's tall, a confident 6'3, just a shy inches from Alex. They're both muscular, with special muscles and body. And their violent tendencies. Bloody h*ll, even their names are so similar.

 It's just that, they would never admit this.

Even if a gun was pointed at their heads or tortured, they would refuse.

Because they hate each other.

Before, they disliked each other. Now they loate each other to their very core. 

She ruffed her hair, the expression on her handsome face getting worse at each passing second.

I worried about a lot of things you see. 

This is clear, being a leader is more than fun and games. Winning completions, getting scholarships, keeping the blues in line; there simply just too much to do, even with helping hands. No one with a weak heart could survive such pressure and work. Fortunately, she isn't.

Not to mention, this my 3 year, next year my have to pick some, persuadable from the middle school.

But that isn't the primary concern weighing on her mind. Recent incidents have plagued students, predominantly those from the blue and gold departments. These attacks occur in concealed spots, behind convenience stores or close to dormitories, away from any watchful eyes. The victims are subjected to severe beatings, often rendering them unconscious. When questioned upon regaining consciousness, they say that they can't remember anything on their attackers 'faces or even their voices. It's been a wild goose chase that not going anywhere.

She growls in annoyance at the impending problem at hand.

This would be such a big problem is the ones being attacked were my own people! The blues! The most frustrating thing is she doesn't know who the f*cker who created this mess are. She's brought it up to the student council a well, but as usual, they didn't do anything.

Conclusion: I can't do anything

And there are not many thing that I can't do, making this even more angering. 

I tightened my grip on the pen, frustration seeping through every thought. Suddenly, a radical idea popped into my head. Ordinarily, I would be disgusted at myself for thinking as such, however wild, now appears oddly enticing—a potential solution to halt this chaos. 

After pondering for a few minutes, she got up, walking out of the cafeteria with her minions-I mean group in tow.

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Yep. I knew this was a bad idea

Really, this is pointless. It's f*cking impossible to actually converse with these muscled-headed dumba**es

Whether seeing Alex flirtatious mocking or really just her frustratingly, her handsome face, she started to regret my decision.

But she can't back off now.

"You have no evidence that it was, "one of my people". I haven't snooped down to that level nor any of my people. I thought you were smarter Alexandrea. Stop throwing around false accusations." She snorted, yeah right. You off all people shouldn't get to say that!

"Ha. That's rich coming from you." I couldn't help but to laugh at her, with all of her minions in tow.

Her beautiful brown-red eyes bore her into my own, she growled, "Don't you dare blame your problems on my team!" And as much as I hate it, I cannot deny she look hot when angry. 

Though I never admit it though.

"Beside, why not take this matter to the student council?

"I did, but they said they can't do anything"

"Seriously, I don't know! If you want to talk, take it to the Prefects!"

"I told you I did! This wouldn't even see me! Beside, don't you have a Prefect in your department!?"

"Then take this up with her, not me!"

In the distant background, to everyone's surprise, the girl with glasses removes them. She's uncertain of her actions, questioning why she's going against her own pledge. She swore not to draw attention, yet here she is, doing exactly the opposite of what she said. She can only hope that no one see her..

Fortunately, everyone appears engrossed in the fight,, no one was looking in her direction.

"Why are you talking to me anyway. Take this up with her!"

Surprisingly, she went silent. It only took a couple of seconds before she spoke again.

"I saw it."

"Huh?"

"I presume your aware of the wallet incident a couple of days back?"

Alex furrowed her burrows before saying, "Yeah, so what?"

"Actually, I was there when it happened."

Alex raised a brow in a mix of shock and surprise. She was? The incident took place around 11-1 a.m. That goody-two shoe? She was out that late?

"And what?"

"I saw it. For a split second, but I saw it. A shadow of one of the roofs."

Judith almost slipped when she heard that. What!? She saw her!? Impossible!?!! She was so far away! And it was dark! How could she see her!?

Unbeknownst to her, Alexandrea has dynamic vision, even greater than her own. Allowing her to see things normal people can't.

 Like seeing Judith the other night.

"The one person with the physical ability to do this is from you department, Alex" She shouted with justice. But Alex denied all this accusations.

Meanwhile Judith couldn't hear anything. All their voices seem blurry to her. The only thing on her mind is how she saw her! She almost vomited blood. Why are you so unnecessarily sharp, Ah!!

No, she needs to get away!

She slowly turned around, taking one step, two steps. Soon breaking into a run, hoping to get away as fast as possible.

Thankfully, barely anyone saw her....Well

Except one.