Darcy's POV.
As the class ended, I packed my books in a hurry, intending to catch up with Lydia. But when I turned around, she was nowhere to be found. I frantically scanned the room, my eyes searching for her familiar face. Where had she gone?
I grabbed my bags and rushed out of the classroom, spotting her walking down the hallway with a group of girls, laughing and chatting.
"Lydia!" I shouted, but she didn't even flinch.
I pulled out my phone to call her, only to realize it was dead. "f**k!" I cursed, frustration etched on my face as I rubbed my hair in exasperation.
"Lydia!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, but she just kept walking, oblivious to my distress.
I let out a sigh, realizing that running to catch up with Lydia wasn't an option - I was never good at running. Inst
