did your dad do that Kat and Bryant

dont!!!

Bryant's reaction was swift and intense. When Kat reached out and grabbed his shirt, he recoiled and yelled, "Don't touch me!" His voice echoed through the hallway, drawing the attention of nearby students. Kat quickly let go, her eyes wide with shock and hurt. She hadn't meant to push him so far, but she couldn't stand seeing him suffer in silence. Bryant's outburst was a mix of fear and frustration, a desperate attempt to keep his world from crumbling any further. Kat took a step back, her heart aching for him. "I'm sorry, Bryant," she said softly, her voice trembling. "I just want to help." Bryant looked away, his breathing heavy. The tension between them was palpable, but beneath his anger, there was a flicker of something else—perhaps a glimmer of understanding that she truly cared.
Bryant sat in class across from Kat, his eyes avoiding hers. The tension was thick, and Kat could feel the weight of his anger and betrayal. Suddenly, the teacher approached Bryant's desk, a concerned look on her face. "Bryant, we need to speak to you," she said gently. Bryant's reaction was immediate and defensive. "Whatever Kat said is a lie," he blurted out, his voice filled with desperation. The entire class fell silent, and all eyes turned towards them. Kat's heart sank as she saw the fear and frustration in Bryant's eyes. She knew he was trying to protect himself, but it hurt to see him so isolated and defensive. The teacher remained calm, her voice steady. "Bryant, let's discuss this privately," she suggested, trying to defuse the situation. Bryant reluctantly stood up, casting one last glance at Kat before following the teacher out of the classroom. Kat watched him go, her heart heavy with worry and guilt. She hoped that this conversation might be the first step towards getting Bryant the help he needed, even if he couldn't see it yet.