Stuck With The Four Hotties

At my old school, I saw the effects of bullying firsthand; I felt them.
I felt them in ways I can never forget, never erase. My heart begins to thunder in my chest, and my palms grow so sweaty I have to put down my fork.
Heat rushes through my body, and it feels suddenly hot, like I should take off my jacket and loosen my tie.
Tristan’s fixing the buttons on his white first year shirt as he makes his way over to me with long, confident strides, his hair glossy and raven-black, his mouth too dangerous