Lyra's POV
The Saturday marking the end of my first week back in classes would decide everything. My final confrontation with Xander loomed ahead like a storm I couldn't avoid.
Tank had spent the entire morning trying to convince me to back down from this fight. His arguments fell on deaf ears. This wasn't just about proving myself anymore. Every student on campus needed to see that I belonged here, that I could stand toe-to-toe with anyone who challenged me. Even when Tank walked me to the gymnasium, his disapproval radiated from every step. He left me at the locker room entrance with nothing but a worried shake of his head.
