Jordan's POV
Elara's face lingered in my thoughts.
The last thing I remembered seeing before the cops had dragged me out of the hallways was her expression, one of anger, confusion, fear and panic.
Tears formed the corner of her eyes and her mouth was slightly open like she wanted to scream.
Her friends held onto her, they tried to get her to calm down, something I could not do.
Now, sitting in the back of the cop car, silence fell between me and the man in the front seat. His eyes occasion drifted to the rearview mirror.
"I am Uncle Fred, a friend of Elara's." He said. "She told she is your girlfriend."
The word "girlfriend" felt too heavy, my chest rose at the mention of it, the label was a lot to own up to at the moment.
Clearing my throat, I responded in a dry tone. "We
