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
Jordan didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she reached into her pocket, pulling out a small badge. The words engraved on it became visible as she held it up for all to see: National Junior Karate Champion. Gasps and whispers erupted through the cafeteria like wildfire.
Jordan continued, “I’ve faced tougher opponents than you, Chase. I’ve trained with people who could flatten you with just a look. So, if you think you can intimidate me, think again.”
The realization that he had underestimated her was like a punch to Chase’s gut. Bela lowered her phone, her smirk replaced with wide-eyed disbelief.
Jordan stepped closer to him, her presence commanding the space. “Bullying might work on others, but not on me. I didn’t come here to fight, but I will if I have to. And trust me, it won’t end well for you.”