"Are you crazy?!" he shrieked, his voice cracking loudly enough for the whole room to hear. He dropped to one knee, playing the victim with terrifying, practiced speed. "I didn't even say anything to you! I was just trying to walk past to get to my table!"
Murmurs erupted like a swarm of hornets. Phones whipped out from pockets, camera lenses quickly pointing at my face. I stood there, breathing heavily, my faded, stained blue denim shirt splattered with his blood and my ruined lunch. I didn't say a word. I didn't try to explain or defend myself to the crowd. I just glared down at him.
"Leo!" a voice bellowed from the double doors near the vending machines. Principal Higgins shoved his way through the crowd of stunned teenagers, his face purple with rage, his walkie-talkie bouncing wildly on his hip. "What in God's name is the meaning of this?!"