I Regret Nothing

This sucks.' I thought as I dozed off through the lesson. Out of all the places I could've been sent to. I was sent to THIS class.
Someone cleared their throat from behind me and I internally groaned as I turned around. I came face-to-lower stomach and I moved my gaze upward to a somewhat angry face.
"Can I not help you?" I asked,
"Your in my seat." The boy said and I scoffed,
"No its not." I said my tone dripping with attitude.
"Yeah it is." He pressed on and I leaned back in the chair.
"I don't see you're here." I say,
"Top corner on the table and right-side up on the chair." He said and B.L. was there.
"That's clearly the name of someone else." I said, crossing my arms. His lip twitched upward.
"That stands for Blaze Lancester." He said,
"Well, I've never heard of Blaze Lancester." I say, smiling,
"My name IS Blaze Lancester." He said,
"Well then I guess you should stop writing on the school's property." As those words left my mouth, all of hell broke loose.