At the sound of the something shifting, and the breeze that filtered into the room, Kyra raised her head from her notes. At the words, her gaze shifted to the left and blinked, anger bubbling in her chest. She jerked her notebook and textbook from her desk just as black boots were propped up onto the wood. Her teeth grit as emerald eyes focused on the male, exhaustion having set in during the quietness of taking notes. 

"Interesting. I won't give you my name unless you give yours, as for the desk? I was here first, so shove off." Her tone was uncharacteristically bland, her eyes flashing with anger and annoyance. Who was this boy that so casually entered class and proceeded to insult her? The nerve of him. 

Blinking, Kyra felt a wave of unease and panic fill her when she realized just where she was. Her jaw clenched as she lowered her head to her hands couching her books. Glancing irritability at the boots still on her desk, she huffed sofly and focused on the board. Maybe if she ignored him, he'd get the picture and leave? Kyra usually wasn't one to snap but she was tired and easily irritable. 

[i]An interesting year indeed[/i] She thought it a mental roll of her eyes. [@Mae]