Teach Me - Jenlisa G!P

Chapter 15 - MY Jennie

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Authors note: The internet cut out before I could proof read this, so I hope it's okay. I'll reread and update the chapter when it's back up.

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Lisas' POV:

The boys stumble back to the group, their faces flushed with laughter and excitement, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me. I search the crowd desperately for Jennie, but she's nowhere in sight. My eyes dart from face to face, my heart pounding louder with each second.

"Where's Jennie?" I demand, my voice sharp and urgent, slicing through the murmurs around us.

The boys freeze, their laughter dying in their throats as they exchange nervous glances. The teacher, standing beside me, frowns and steps forward, her eyes narrowing as she takes in the situation.

"Yes, where is Jennie?" she asks, her tone icy and accusing.

Sweat beads down their foreheads, and one of the boys mumbles, "She was still using the toilet, so we went to get McDonald's. When we came back, she was gone."

I look down and see a crumpled McDonald's bag, I fight the urge to rip it out of their hand and spit on it. "What do you mean, you left her for McDonald's?" I roar, my voice trembling with the weight of my anger. "You had one job, and you failed miserably!"

The teacher's eyes widen, her face realizing the extent of the situation. "How could you be so careless?" she shouts, her voice laced with disappointment and frustration.

The boys stammer apologies, but their words mean shit.

There are loud gasps and screams as I lunge at the blue-haired boy griping his collar, my knuckles white from the force. I can feel the burn of everyone's gaze, their silent apprehension waiting for what I do next. The boys' faces are pale, their nonchalant bravado melting as their neck turns red from the pressure of my grip.

I start shaking him roughly as I yell, "Are you out of your mind? How could you just leave her behind?"

Mia pulls on my arm, her voice urgent but strained. "Lisa, stop! We need to find Jennie!"

Her words break through my haze of rage, and I reluctantly release the boy, his collar crumpling in my hand. I glance at Yumin, who is already moving to summon security. "We'll find her," she assures me, her voice calm but you can tell by her face she's worried.

The teacher continues her tirade, her words a blur of disappointment and reprimand. I barely hear her as I turn on my heel and sprint toward the nearest restroom. My breaths come in ragged gasps, each step echoing through the airport. My mind races through a thousand scenarios, each one worse than the last.

What if Jennie is hurt? What if she's scared and alone?

I push through the bathroom doors, startling the ladies inside. With panic on my face, I quickly apologise. I glance around desperately, hoping for some sign of Jennie. But all the cubicles are empty and she's nowhere to be seen.