Fallout

Content warning: This chapter contains mild language, bullying, and sexual harassment.、 Emily. I stumble into school. The hallways are buzzing with gossip, curious eyes following me as I make my way to my locker. I can practically feel their stares burning holes into my back. "Isn't she attacked Jasmine?" "I heard she shifted in front of everyone. What a weirdo." "Do you think it's true? That she's the triplets' mate?" I clench my jaw. I want to scream at them to mind their own damn business, to leave me the hell alone. But I don't. As I round the corner, I collide with a solid chest, nearly losing my balance. Strong hands grip my shoulders, steadying me, and I look up to see a pair of familiar blue eyes staring down at me. "Emily," Damien says. "Are you okay?" I swallow hard, my throat suddenly tight. "I'm fine," I lie, forcing a smile. "Just a little tired, that's all." He frowns, his brow furrowing. "I wanted to thank you," he says quietly, "for standing up for me yesterday. I know