"Hey! Yo! Accident!" called some pompous douche with his gang.
"Hey" he snarled, coming right up into my face, highly invading my personal space.
"If you don't mind, we're trying to sit here. So move! Go on!"
He shooed me away with his hand.
What was I, a dog?
I felt a raging contrast between angry and meek, but I had to accept the fact that I was more or less at his mercy.
Me against him and the army of the rest of the school.
"Leave me alone" I said quietly, hoping that they'd give up and walk away.
I heard them snigger, and I bit the inside of my cheeks, my anger rising.
"Excuse me?" he scoffed.
I didn't look at him.
"Just leave me alone. Break is just finished."
I mentally begged them to go away, but a part of me wanted them to stay, so I could unleash my anger and scream at them.
"Want to say that to my face, accident?" he sneered.
I stood up furiously, my chair agonizingly squeaking. I heavily breathed, staring into his eyes, while the rest of the canteens audience had their attention fixed on me.
"Were you dropped on the head?! I told you, leave me alone!"
I saw him struggling to make a response, his crew looking expectantly at him.
"Back off, accident!" he finally spluttered. I smugly smiled.
"I rest my case. Because of your injury, you may have forgotten. The accident thing is a bit old."
"Unlike your mother!"
A chorus of "oohs" went around the cafeteria.
I angrily prodded his chest.
"Don't you dare insult my mother."
"Why would I insult her?" he sniggered. "She's just so good in bed, no wonder she couldn't wait until she was eighteen."
Laughter rippled through the room.
I couldn't help what I did next. I saw red.
I punched him in the nose.