Sydney

“Did you see Dean’s face?”

“Forget Dean. Did you see how angry his uncle was? I heard he threatened to sue the principal.”

“I heard the fight was about money.”

“No way.” Another voice said. “Probably basketball.”

“Dean insulted Tyler’s Mom.”

“Heard Chirag say it’s about a girl.”

Every whisper felt like a needle sliding beneath my skin.

I tightened my grip on my food tray, forcing my eyes down on the red and yellow thing on my plate which they’d newly added to the menu.

Like if I focused harder, the day would reset itself.

The cafeteria was quieter than normal that afternoon.

Not silent. Just…wrong.

Like the...