Inquire as to how, specifically, you're being bullied already.

You almost stop yourself from talking out of turn. It's not easy to ask a question, after all, when whatever you answer will be used against you. But, despite it all, you manage to fight the words out.

“They were talking about me?”

“Oh, yeah. Everyone’s been kind of abuzz about what kind of girl’s gonna complete our class. I guessed it was going to be a cutie!” She punctuates the compliment with a wink, and you can't shake the feeling that one is every bit as fake as the other. “The name’s Alex, by the way. Technically Alexandra, but that’s too formal, right?”

“Oh, thanks… Hello, A-Alexandra." You aren't going with the familiar form. Not letting your guard down this time, because you know exactly what happens then. “I’m Rosie.”

“Rosie! That is a beautiful name! Fits you perfectly! Not too long, either, right?” You involuntarily flinch at this comment... and this girl Alexandra seems to notice, as she stops herself laughing at her own joke. “Hey… What’s wrong? Something up? No matter. Come on, Rosie! First period’s coming up, and we’d best not be late, right?” She locks her hand with yours once again - your other hand holding on to your baggage, as you haven't even gotten time to unpack - and you notice how soft her palm is.

Before you know it, off you go, being dragged around by your new, much taller classmate.