"Get out of me seat," I snarled as I all but ripped my earphones out of my ears.
Nico looked up at me and smiled as he sarcastically asked, "Is your name on this desk as well?"
He obviously thought he was funny, but he wasn't. I didn't find him amusing in the slightest, I found him extremely annoying. Our first interaction wasn't the best, but I now knew that he was purposely trying to make me mad, and I instantly didn't like him because of it.
"Move," I replied, ignoring his question.
He shook his head, so I gripped my sander like a bat and moved towards him only to be blocked by the sir's body.
"Bronagh, put the sander down," Mr. Kelly said calmly with his hands raised in an I-am-unarmed-don't-hurt-me motion.
I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't goin' to hit 'em with it," I lied.
I was going to hit him with it. Probably not that hard, but I was still going to hit him with it nonetheless.
"Why are you holdin' it like a weapon then?" the sir asked me with a raised eyebrow.
I shrugged then grunted, "He is in me seat! Tell 'em to move."
The sir sighed and turned around. "That's Bronagh's worktop - wait, are you new here, son?"
"Son?" I spluttered. "Don't call 'em that, he is a gobshite-"
"Bronagh!" the sir cut me off in a low warning tone.
Some of the lads in the class cracked up at what I said while I fumed in silence.
"Yes, sir, I'm new. I just started today," Nico replied.
The sir looked around to me with raised eyebrows. "You were goin' to attack a new student?" he questioned.
Would I be in less trouble if I attacked an old one?
"I don't like him," I replied, making the sir sigh and shake his head while pinching the bridge of his nose.
"That doesn't mean you can attack 'em, Bronagh."
I grunted and glowered over that fact. "I know, the school rules are stupid."
The sir looked like he was fighting off a smile before he turned and put his back to me again.
"What's your name, son?" he asked.
I huffed.
"Nico," Fuckface replied.
I inwardly snorted, I liked calling him Fuckface instead of Nico.
"What's that short for?" the sir asked, curiously.
"Dominic, but everyone just calls me Nico. I prefer it that way," Dominic replied.
Everyone might call him Nico, and he might prefer it that way, but I wasn't everyone so if I ever had to address him, it would be as Dominic or Fuckface. Most likely the latter.
"Well, it's very nice to meet you Nico but this here is usually just Bronagh's worktop. But you can have the other end of the table since she has this one to herself."
"No!" I shouted at the same time Dominic said, "Thanks, sir."
This could not be happening!
"Sir, that's not fair, I've never had to share me worktop with anyone. I like havin' it to meself, you know that," I wailed.
The sir sighed when he turned to face me. "I know, kiddo, but all the other worktops are filled since I'm repairin' the two near the doorway."
I folded my arms. "This is fuckin' bullshit," I muttered.
The sir grinned - he was great like that, he never cared about students cursing - and patted me on the back. "Put your earphones in and you will be grand, kiddo."
I huffed when the sir moved away.
"Are you finished with your little temper tantrum, sweetie?" Fuckface asked me, grinning.
I glared at him as I placed my sander on my worktop then pressed my hands down next to it and leaned forward. "Listen to me, you annoyin' little prick. I don't like you and want you to stay the fuck away from me, otherwise I'll imbed this sander into your stupid lookin' skull. Are we clear on that, Dominic?" I snarled, my voice ice-cold.
Dominic's lip twitched as he looked me up and down like he was assessing me. "Crystal clear," he replied when his grey eyes landed on mine.
"Good, now fuckin' move," I hissed.
I was a little shocked that I was so angry; the only other person who could get to me that easily without actually doing much was Jason Bane. He was the main pretty boy in this school and had always been a dick to me. He was currently on holiday somewhere in Australia and had been for the entire summer. He wouldn't get back until late September, the end of this month. It had been the best summer and start of the school year without him around to bully me. He was an evil, good-looking bastard, and the fact that this Dominic prick might be an American version of Jason scared the hell out of me.
I thought this over while I waited for Dominic to move to the other end of the worktop. I put my earphones in and turned my music back on when he was away from me. I could feel his eyes on me, probably to try and annoy me but little did he know that I was very good at ignoring people.