Ronda stood, turning her full attention to Trevor, who was attempting to blend into the crowd, his earlier bravado nowhere to be found. “You think you’re tough?” she asked, her voice low but carrying. “You think picking on someone smaller makes you strong?”

The students watched in awe, phones forgotten in their hands. Trevor, face flushed and uncertain, stammered out a pathetic defense. “I was just messing around,” he muttered, trying to sound nonchalant but failing spectacularly.