“Fourth place?”
“You act like you’re some kind of athlete.”
Camryn looked toward Bryce.
Then Tyler.
Then Logan.
“I’m done.”
She turned.
Logan caught the shoulder of the jacket.
Camryn spun back.
“Let go.”
He released the fabric but kept smiling.
“Make me.”
Camryn pushed his hand away.
Logan reached again.
She caught his wrist.
Removed it.
He laughed.
That was the moment something inside Camryn gave out.
Not fear.
Patience.
She shoved Logan hard in the chest.
He stumbled.
Bryce laughed in surprise.
Logan smiled as though he had finally received exactly what he wanted.
Camryn pushed him again.
Harder.
Logan fell backward into the stacked blue mats.
The gym went silent.
Camryn immediately stepped away.
Her breathing changed.
She knew.
She had done exactly what seven months of warnings had been designed to prevent.
She had made the conflict physical first.
Then Logan came off the mats.
Fast.
The smile was gone.
He threw the first punch before Camryn had time to say anything.
She leaned away.
The fist passed beside her cheek.
“Logan, stop!”
He swung again.
Camryn blocked with both forearms.
Students backed away.
Bryce stopped laughing.
Logan rushed.
Camryn moved sideways.
He threw another punch.
She ducked.
Tyler shouted his name.
Logan ignored him.
He grabbed for the front of Camryn’s jacket.
She pulled free.
Another strike came.
Camryn blocked.
Then answered with one short punch to create space.
Logan stumbled.
He came back.
Camryn moved backward across the painted court lines.
Her wrestling training had taught her balance before aggression.
Hands controlled.
Hips underneath you.
Do not chase.
Logan swung.
Camryn slipped outside the strike and caught his arm.
He pulled free.
Then lunged again.
This time she redirected him across her body.
His feet crossed awkwardly.
Camryn added one final shove.