Sydney

The door slammed shut after the girls, the sound echoing through my ears.

Still, it took me a few seconds to completely process the fact that I’d possibly almost gotten beaten up with my phone smashed by Tracy, to hearing about Tyler Sinclair.

My breath caught. “Tyler!”

Before I could even think properly, I rushed out of the bathroom too, nearly slipping as I pushed through the door, my phone still buzzing wildly in my hand.

My stomach twisted tighter the more I walked, hurrying towards the hallway, a part of me screaming I was in big trouble.

“No, no, Tyler.” I muttered under my breath, all possible situations...