My Own Seat : Part 1

"Hi, what's your name?" I heard someone said.
"Who are you?" I ask, looking at him. He laughed and sat on my desk. His friends surrounding him. Is this situation what they call cornered? Hm...never felt that before. He gently opened my hoodie, revealing me to everyone in the class and looked at me. In reply, I slapped his hands and pulled my hoodie up.
"I prefer it this way," I said. Now all of his friends were laughing.
"That's too bad. Cuz you looked better without it, new kid. My name's Alex, and if you wanna survive in this school, try not to annoy me too much," he declared. I'm starting to hate this guy. Where does he think he is? Preschool?
"I'll do what I want. I won't annoy you if you don't annoy me first, and I have a name, it's Lizzette," I stated.
"Lizzette, huh? That's a cute name for a feisty girl like you," he teased.
"I'll take that as a compliment. Now if you can move you ass from my table, it would be very helpful," I said, glaring at him. He looks surprised but then got off my table before banging it. What in the world just happened? Who does he think he is? I looked at him and his friends. So they think they have the upper hand here.
"Listen, new kid. I have the power to make your life in this school miserable. Never piss me off or you'll regret it," he threatened. Oh, sweet, just great. An enemy in the first day of school.
"You're the kid here. I've been through worse things than being bullied by a bunch of students acting like they own the place. I'll do what I want and you were the one who started this whole mess. I don't want to have to please a close minded jerk to be able to have a 'good school life'. Understand?" I said, looking at him straight in the eyes. I heard some 'ooohs' and 'aaahs' from his friends and the people watching. I'm getting sick of this kiddie talk. Where's the teacher anyways?
"Sit on your seats please," I heard someone say. Oh, speak of the devil. Finally.
"You'll regret this," Alex said before sitting in his seat which -oh, dear- is right beside me. After that, the class continued, while Alex keeps on throwing me death glares. Can't he grow up a bit? I heard that he's from some rich family or something. Privileged kids who are treated like kings usually become extremely spoiled and easy to break. But on the other hand, kids who have less privilege are the ones who knows how the world works. I learned it the hard way, and have the scars to prove it.