The moment I heard Trevor’s name, my heart dropped into my stomach. Without a second thought, I jumped to my feet, my chair scraping loudly against the cafeteria floor. Rachel was right beside me
“Come on,” she urged, grabbing my arm as we both sprinted toward the door. Behind us, the cafeteria exploded into noise, with everyone rushing to see what was happening, eager to witness the chaos. My legs felt like they were moving on autopilot, carrying me faster than I thought possible as fear tightened in my chest.
Trevor was beating someone up. And knowing him—his strength, his temper—this wasn’t just some petty fight.
We burst out of the cafeteria and into the courtyard, where a crowd had already gathered in a tight circle around the fight. My breath came in short gasps as I shoved throu
