Race For Infinity Loyalty

"Mr… uh, Black, can I—uh—help you?" The teacher's voice cracked mid-sentence, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. The dude straight-up jumped at the sight of Parker standing there like a ghost. No footsteps, no door creak, nothing. Just—bam—there he was. And the creepy part? Parker didn't even acknowledge him. Not a glance.

His eyes, sharp and cold, swept across the room with laser focus, cutting through the noise and chatter like none of it mattered.

Then his gaze landed on that one damn spot—Naomi's seat. Empty. The chair sat there awkwardly between two other students, both buried in their notes like everything was normal. But her bag wasn't there as well. No phone charger lazily hanging out of the side pocket, no water bottle with the dumb little sticker that always made Parker roll his eyes. Nothing. She hadn't just bounced to the bathroom. She was gone.