Sebastian’s POV
I burst through the doors of the school, the sterile, overly bright hallways stretching before me like a maze of uncertainty. The buzz of chatter and laughter felt cruelly out of place. I pushed past students who had no idea of the nightmare unfolding just beneath the surface, my focus laser-sharp. I couldn’t lose my girl, not like this.
I turned a corner and spotted the principal’s office. Without knocking, I swung the door open, nearly startling Mr. Jenkins, whose mustache bristled as he gawked at me, wide-eyed. “Sebastian!” he stammered, rising to his feet. “What are you doing here?”
“Where is she?” I demanded, my voice colder than ice, chilling the air between us. “Where's Shelly?”
Mr. Jenkins’ face paled, for a brief second. The reality of the situation settled in
