The cafeteria was a stage, and the drama had just begun. Chase puffed up his chest, expecting tears or perhaps a plea for mercy. But Jordan remained unfazed. Slowly, she stood up, brushing the remnants of her lunch off her lap. The room had fallen silent, the only sound the soft hum of the fluorescent lights above.
Jordan’s voice was steady, though not loud. “You think you know me,” she began, her gaze unwavering. “But you don’t. And you’re about to find out.”
Chase took a step back, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he scoffed, trying to regain his composure.
