"You're in my seat, bitch."
I couldn't help but sigh when I heard those words and I saw the students that were seated in the tables in front of me quickly avert their gaze from whoever was standing behind me.
Yeah… Their reaction basically told me what I should expect from the person behind me…
I sighed and turned around, coming face to face with a group of senior students who had the unmistakable aura of being the pompous, self important snobs you might expect to find in schools that go around bullying other people.
It was even a mix of girls and boys too, though the person who called me out was a girl with blonde hair styled in a very stereotypical twin drill fashion.
I tilted my head at her and gave her my sweetest smile I could, "Hello~ Can I help you?"
She scowled at me, "You are in my seat. This table is ours."
I pretended to be surprised and looked back at the table, "Is it really yours? I don't see a name on it though."
