Sam's P.O.V.
The hallway buzzed with its usual chaos, but all I could focus on was finding Ava. Her cryptic text from the night before had unsettled me, and I wasn’t about to let her continue playing games with our lives.
“Let’s find her and put an end to her madness,” I muttered under my breath, determination in my chest.
Jax shot me a side glance, his jaw tight with frustration. “12 o’clock. Let’s go find out what the psycho is cooking up next.”
I followed him, my steps matching his pace as we navigated the hallways. When we finally spotted Ava, standing near her locker, I didn’t hesitate. My eyes met hers, and I could see the uncertainty there. She wasn’t as confident as she liked to pretend.
“You wanted to talk to us?” I asked, my voice steady but sharp.
Jax didn’t give her a cha
