The final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. The halls of Nightingale Academy buzzed with students eager to leave, but Troy barely heard any of it. His mind was still back on the field, on the look in their eyes, the fear, the disgust.
He wasn’t a fighter anymore.
He was a monster.
Stepping outside, he kept his hood up, his hands stuffed into his pockets. His ribs ached with every step, but he ignored it.
Waiting near the gates, Jackson, Emily, and Carter, the Bubble Crew stood together. They spotted him immediately, their expressions shifting.
“Troy,” Jackson called out, his usual confidence softened with concern.
Troy stopped. He didn’t speak.
Emily crossed her arms. “We saw the fight.”
“And the video,” Carter added.
Troy’s gaze remained distant.
Jackson took a step forward. “Man, we get it. Annie, what happened to her was messed up. But what you did today?” He exhaled. “That’s not you.”
Silence.