Alex narrowed his eyes and stood up quickly. At this point in time he hated his age and height a little bit more than usual, wishing he had a few inches on Emilie to make his action perhaps a little more intimidating.

"I am not desperate, nor am I a loser." He kept his voice low, but it was still heated. "I'll prove it." And with that he began shoving his things into his bag, agitatedly.