Not a second later the questions fired left, right, and centre from the girls to the twins, and it made me sigh. I hoped it wasn't going to be like this every day, because that shite would get old and annoy me pretty quickly.
"Miss?" I muttered to my tutor.
When Miss McKesson looked up, I shook my iTouch at her, and she nodded her head, giving me silent permission to listen to it.
"Shit, you're allowed to listen to iPods here?" I heard Nico ask.
"Huh? Oh no, just Bronagh. She gets her work done every day, so she is allowed to listen to it as long as the volume is low," Alannah's voice replied to Nico.
I knew that made me out to be a geek, but I kind of was, not in the l-was-seriously-smart kind of way but just the I-got-my-work-done-on-time way. I didn't really have much else to do in school other than work so having it done on time was never a problem.
I didn't hear Nico's response to Alannah, because I turned my music on. I welcomed it and enjoyed the fact that the beautiful sound drowned everyone else out.
I took out my English copybook and read over the essay I wrote last night for class later today. I corrected any mistakes I spotted, and then re-read it again. When I was satisfied with it, I put it back in my bag and zipped it closed. I checked the time and saw that there was less than two minutes left in class. I sat up straight and took out my earphones then switched off my iTouch and pocketed it.
I stood up at the same time the bell rang. I pushed the chairs under my desk, walked out of the room, and headed towards the woodwork room. I loved this class; I really enjoyed making new things for projects. I always made jewellery boxes, makeup holders for Branna or cool shelves and bookcases. I got more creative with each one I made, and Branna loved them, so it made me happy.
When I got to class, I waved to Mr. Kelly. He was the woodwork teacher, and he was nice. He always left me alone and only came over to me when I needed help. He was cool like that; he seemed to know how I worked, and I liked that about him.
"Mornin', Bronagh," the sir beamed.
"Mornin', sir, can I listen to me iTouch? I'm just sandin' down all the pieces I cut up on Friday then I'm puttin' them together. I won't be near any dangerous machines that music would distract me from. Promise."
The sir nodded his head. "No problem, if you need to cut or saw somethin' make sure you take the earphones out, okay?" I saluted him which made him chuckle as he waved me on.
I put my bag under my woodwork desktop and moved down to the walk-in storage press at the back of the room; I grabbed an apron and put it on then put my earphones back in my ears and switched on my music. I moved back out into the classroom and noticed out of the corner of my eye that the rest of my classmates were coming in. I was the only girl in the class; all the other girls chose metalwork over woodwork, which was fine by me. I didn't have to listen to them chitchat about who was going out with who when I didn't have my earphones in.
While the lads put their stuff under their desks, I moved to the right of the room and went into the supply room that was connected to the woodwork room. I got some new sandpaper, and then headed back into the classroom to get a handheld sander from the holder on the wall. I was minding my own business when I headed back to my desk, only to come to a halt.
"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.