The New Girl Who Stood Her Ground
Jordan pushed back from her chair, the scrape echoing through the cafeteria like a drumbeat. Every eye turned toward her. Step by step, she closed the distance to Chase, calm, deliberate, every movement precise—like a cat circling its prey. The air thickened. Silence fell.
“No,” she said, voice low but sharp. “I’m not going to cry.”
Chase’s smirk faltered, replaced by a nervous laugh. “Then what are you gonna do?”
Jordan’s smile was subtle, confident—unexpected. It unnerved him.
“You really have no idea, do you?” she asked, steady and unshakable.
Before Chase could respond, a shift in the room drew every eye. Older students approached, moving with authority. Xavier—Jordan’s older brother—led them, his gaze fierce, protective.
A Crestwood High legend, star athlete, natural leader. Respect followed him as he stopped beside Jordan.
“Hey, Chase,” Xavier said, calm but commanding. “Picking on my sister? Not smart.”
Chase blinked. “Your sister?” His voice cracked as he realized the shift in power.
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