Not one member of her gang was in the room. Makoto supposed it was good that they didn't skip class to see her, but she couldn't keep an eye on them like this.

[I]Maybe I should make sure they're not causing trou-[/I]

Just then, out of the corner of her eye, Makoto saw a girl waving at her. Waving at HER, when everyone in the room already knew about her reputation.

[I]Is...Is she mocking me?![/I]

Thoughts and assumptions about how that waving girl thought of her made their way into Makoto's head. What if that girl thought she was better than her? What if she thought making friends with a guy with an annoying accent made her superior? Did she think she was safe because the teachers were around? 

Before she knew it, she found herself standing over the girl and her desk, fist and arm raised. It was at that moment, Makoto realized that she was about to do something she would regret. In response to this thought, Makoto forced palm open, slammed it onto the girl's desk, and asked the girl in a quiet, but clearly annoyed manner, "WHAT?"