Alex didn't hold any hard feelings against Mallory. She knew she'd gotten carried away. She knew it wasn't her fault. And she still wanted to have Mallory as a friend. Because she was an AMAZING friend. Even if she wanted how Mallory challenged her to be in a more romantic relationship than it could be, just having a friend who could do that with her was great. Alex also knew however that she was very emotional. Logic had little to do with the actions she took. As such she was avoiding Mal until she'd calmed down a bit. She'd stopped crying after twenty minutes or so and moved onto the 'irritated at her own stupidity' step.

Muttering under her breath, Alex rifled through her locker and pulled out her gym clothes before shutting it again. Before it popped back open, probably a remnant of when it had been over-strained when she'd been living out of it. Growling, she closed it again and locked it... before it popped open again. Cursing, she slammed it shut, openly to have it rebound and hit her in the face.

"MOTHER F***ING F*** BUCKET A*** WH***!" Alex yelled profanities, slamming the locker shut again and punching it so hard it bent backwards into the wall under the force. "I'LL F***ING KILL YOU YOU PIECE OF S***!" Noticing she was being stared at, Alex growled before turning on the crowd. "WHAT?! BACK THE F*** OFF BEFORE I RIP YOUR SPINES OUT OF YOUR A**!"

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