(Author's POV)
Quentin's jaw was tight the whole way. The truth was, his injuries were worse than Leo's by a significant margin. Sam had bolted the moment things escalated, gone straight for a teacher, and the whole thing had ended before Quentin could do much damage. Leo had two bruises on his face. Quentin had three, plus the split lip.
That was the part that sat in his chest like a stone.
He'd been so certain this was going to go the other way. He'd set it up carefully - the things he'd said in class, the angle he'd taken, making sure enough people were listening. He'd expected Leo to either take it or snap and get himself suspended. He hadn't expected the recording. He hadn't expected the teacher to walk back in holding a phone with that expression on his face.
He'd had Leo pegged
