People erupted around me, congratulating and thanking me for punching him. Saying he should learn his lesson now and hoped he wouldn’t come around anymore. All my wishes about caving in his face left me as I chatted with people. Nodding along, unsure what to say, thanking them for their congratulations. It was odd, standing there, having people pat me on the back for socking someone in the nose. It was far from the fear I’d expected, the wide eyes and trembling, hiding in the corner. A complete difference to the reactions I’d gotten at Quinn’s ceremony. But I hadn’t tried eating him either. Someone came and dragged him outside, and I almost felt bad for him. “Gwen.” Jay called from across the table. I went to him, and he grabbed my hand, wiping away blood with a napkin. Bloody knuckle

