She listened to his words, speechless. Alexandria shifted her eyes from the ceiling of her room to Keith whose face was hovering above her, while his hand caressed her hair. This perfect guy, with a perfect personality, perfect appearance was sitting there, taking care of her although she was drunk and high. He was telling her how beautiful and smart she was. How amazing she was. How he wished she could see how amazing she was. "If I saw that, I wouldn't be the queen." She replied, a small smile on her lips. "To be the queen means hating yourself enough to make other people hate you." Alexandria sat up, observing him.<br/><br/>"I agree, I really like being around you. You're... different. But I shouldn't have brought you into the entourage." She lamented and looked down. "It's terrible. I should have not paid attention to you on our first day... not poured that water on you. You wouldn't be in this situation." Alexandria reached to touch his face. "I envy people like you. That's why I treat them with cruelty. So smart. So intelligent. So strong. And handsome. But you don't know your potential. That's why popular kids exist; to keep the potential away, to protect themselves from the real potential, because otherwise no one would like us." Alexandria laughed quietly. "That's all it is. If one day all other students decided that Keith Steinmoor was cool, my kingdom would fall. I'd be dethroned. Nobody would care. People need to harness their potential, just like you are currently."<br/><br/>She admired his face a little longer before smiling playfully and looking over to the tequila bottle. "I might pass up on drinking. But do you want some? It must be boring if you're not even drunk yet. Besides, I want to see you loosen up a little, crybaby." She smiled kindly and wiped his tears. "Why are you even crying, huh? It's my party. You're not allowed to."