It's Going to Hurt

As the silence in the arena stretched on, everyone from Genova Academy turned their gaze to Kenny, their faces a mixture of shock, confusion, and disbelief.

The murmurs of his name grew louder, a wave of voices rippling through the stands, each one incredulous at what they'd just learned.

"Crystal…" Kenny murmured, voice shaky, barely audible.

He glanced toward her, seated several rows away, but she didn't respond.

She kept her head lowered, refusing to meet his gaze, her posture withdrawn and distant.

Kenny's face contorted, a raw, unfiltered reaction that reflected the immense weight of the accusations crashing down on him.

His usually composed demeanor fell apart, replaced by a desperate, almost haunted look. His jaw tightened, his eyes darting, and his skin grew pale.

The muscles in his face twisted under the pressure, almost as though they were physically unable to maintain his usual calm facade.