And then the chaos really hit.
Students pressed forward, bodies collapsing the circle. Phones shoved so close to his face he could see his own reflection in cracked screens. Flashes went off nonstop, voices tangled into one messy roar. Somebody actually squealed... not screamed, squealed... like they'd just seen a boy band idol instead of a guy stepping out of a car.
Rex tried to cut through, muttering something about class, but it was like shoving through a mosh pit at a rock concert. Every step forward felt like trying to swim in syrup... noisy, sticky, and way too many people in his personal space.
