`With Tired Eyes,Tired Minds, Tired Souls,We Slept

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Jimmy

There, Jimmy Edwards stood, his tall, yet chunky body standing out slightly from all the others. He fumbled around, hand in pocket, searching for one of the cigarettes he had snatched from his mother's purse in the morning. He found it. Lit it. Smoked it. All the while, looking back on what he had said into the camera lens and microphone as he recorded what he wished to let the world know in the time capsule that would be opened fifty years from now. 'There's not a single person in Tree Hill High worth remembering. The people here are fake, so they stick to their cliques to hide it. The stoners are medicated. The honor students are afraid. And the jocks. Well, they're jocks, man.' His words rolled off his tongue hatefully. 'They'll peak at seventeen, and their cheerleader girlfriends will be fat and lonely by twenty one. Losers. Everyone here...is a loser. And the truth is, every day that I have to come to this school, is one less day I have to come back. And he set the microphone down, stepping out of the small, secluded closet where everyone else had sat before him to tell their life stories.

He heard the bell ring and turned around his head tilted upwards, staring blankly at the bell that had signaled time for class. "Here we go..." He muttered to himself, alone and lonely. Jimmy used to be great friends with everyone. Lucas, Mouth, Skillz, and even the infamous Nathan Scott for a while. But all of that had changed when they decided that it was their time to grow big in the school. Popularity had taken over them, and Jimmy was left behind. In the dust. With no one to speak to or laugh with anymore. He had gone unnoticed at his school for one and a half years now. But today, that would change. Today, he would commit something that everyone would remember him for.

He popped the cigarette out of his mouth and left it behind, not taking the precious time he had left to put it out with his shoe. He began walking towards the hallway, where students were beginning to fill the space and breathe the same air. His short brown hair sat flat on his head and he took short strides in the direction of his locker. He glanced no where but at the ground as he took his steps, although it did not really matter where he looked. No one would notice that he was staring at them, not even if he stood in front of them, eyes bulging. He reached his locker, but did not go near it, for there were three students scrambling around, tossing everything that is held on the outside. They were all tall with perfect brown hair. On the basketball team, of course. But why did it matter to Jimmy? I didn't. That was the answer.

These boys had poked around with him, before, though. They had roughed him up with their fists at a club called 'Tric' about a week before today. But Jimmy could scarcely remember it. He was wasted that night, anyways. He pressed his lips together firmly as they completed their task, without a care in the world. They walked past him after that, one of them bumping Jimmy with his shoulder. "Nice locker, loser." He mumbled, laughing along with his buddies as they trotted away, buoyant at their deed.

Jimmy had reached his boiling point, now. People were either oblivious to his existance, or found it amusing and something to laugh at when they were bored. He had had enough of the nonsense that this school had put him through. He slowly and maniacally turned himself around, his head held low, as if ashamed of something. He reached into his maroon-colored hoodie and pulled out the weapon that he had planned to end all of his suffering. The handgun had been carefully hidden beneath his rough hands all morning, and how he longed to use it. He grabbed it with his right hand and lifted his arm, aiming it at the back of the senior that had hit his shoulder and called him a loser, a word said much to often for Jimmy.

Then, Brooke Davis, head cheerleader, and her best bud Peyton Sawyer rounded the corner just beyond two glass doors that acted as a useless barracade for them. The small group of boys turned and looked back, still laughing, but catching sight of the gun too soon for Jimmy to hit them. They immediately fell to the ground. And that left Brooke and Peyton under the fire of the gun. They were smiling, laughing at some funny joke that Peyton had said. Those two were always together, inseparable. But Brooke looked up just before Jimmy pulled the trigger. She tapped Peyton, hard, and yanked her by the arm to the ground with her, just as the explosive sound of the gun's shot was fired. Jimmy watched as the glass before the two girls crash into a few hundred tiny pieces, each falling to the floor with a small tinging noise.

Jimmy felt the gun whoohoo back slightly as the bullet flew out of it, and his eyes went wide. What had he done? He couldn't do this, this was not him. Jimmy was an innocent boy, under the harm of hundreds of awful children. He should not be having this gun in his hand, shooting at the kids that taunted him. He was better than that, much better. But it was too late to change things now. The first fire was done, and there was no going back.

The student left in the hallway began to flee, their steps heavy and terrified. They had no idea who the shooter was, but they ran anyways. Some went to classrooms, some fled towards the door that led to the entrance of Tree Hill High, and other went searching for their friends, worried that something had happened to them. A few trambled over the area where Peyton and Brooke had taken their fall, not worried at all about the two girls, but of themselves instead. Jimmy heard the voice of Principal Turner boom loudly into the intercom about fifteen seconds later. "Code Red, code red. This isnot a drill. All students to a designated lockdown area. This is a Code Red."

And that began a day that would stay with the students of Tree hill High forever.

Haley

Haley heard the gunshot. The earsplitting sound that rattled her brain and set her head ringing, a high pitched buzzing noise. She glanced around her, frantically searching for Nathan, her husband. Haley had gotten married in February of her junior year to Nathan Scott. He used to be the jerky jock, who flaunted himself around school, viewing himself as the best person at Tree Hill High. And, frankly, Haley strongly disliked him at the beginning of the year. But that was mostly because he was awful to Lucas Scott, his half brother.

They shared the same father, although Dan really was not there for Lucas all of his life. Luke and his mother, Karen, has barely gotten by alone all of these years. Dan and Karen met in high school at the age of sixteen. They dated until the end of Senior year, when Karen figured out that she was pregnant. Dan left her behind to fend for herself and went on to college. There, he met Deborah-or Deb, as most people call her-and got her pregnant within the first three months that they were dating. Hence, Lucas Scott and Nathan Scott were born. But the only reason that Lucas had 'Scott' as a last name, was because of his Uncle Keith, who had been there for him his whole life, acting as the best father yet. And to make things even more strange? Karen and Keith began dating about a month before today. As you can tell, Tree Hill is full of relationship triangles.

Anyways, Haley worked in the tutor center of TTH, and Nathan needed help. His grades were extremely low, and he was on the verge of getting kicked off of the basketball team. After a while of tutoring him, Haley fell. Hard. Flat on the ground for him. But every time she would be around Nathan, and his friends would show up, he would act as if Haley was a joke. Haley confronted him about his ways, and eventually, Nathan changed because of her. His whole world revolved around her and before you knew it, poof, they were married.

Suddenly, it clicked in Haley's mind that Nathan was on the way back from last night's overnight away basketball game, and he was not at school yet. Oh, how thankful she now was that he played basketball. Her tense state relaxed, and she went on a wild rampage to reach the Tutor's Center before there was no where else to go. Now, Haley was far from being athletic, but when she put herself to a running position, she could fly. She reached her destination within ten seconds, and flew into the room, out of breath but glorious to be alive. She found herself being followed by about six other people, a few of whom she knew. There was Rachel, the sleeper that could be great friend when she put herself to it. Skillz, the basketball player who was an amazing guy. Abby, a quiet girl of whom she barely knew, but Haley had seen her around. And Jimmy, who could have been a great friend if they talked more.

But Haley was not aware that the person that had brought this on all of them was in the room, the gun still in his hands that were shaking from the fear of the person he had now become. She clicked the lights off once she was in the room, and slid down onto the wall next to her, her hands shaking, her bottom lip trembling. Although she knew that Nathan was fine, she wanted him here with her, right now, just to be sure. With him being without her, it was like a sky with no stars. They were always attached at the hip, and for the one night they weren't together, this happens.

She turned her head to Skillz, who had sat down next to her against the white wall, and her face was blank with terror and worry. What would happen now? The school was on lockdown and if anyone went outside, there was the chance that someone would be harmed, or even killed. She shook her head violently and looked away from Skillz, holding her face in her bare, cold hands.

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Okay, so here's the background of where I'm getting this story from. It's from an Episode of One Tree Hill, season three episode sixteen, to be exact. And it was one of the most moving episodes I've ever seen on television.

Of course, I will not just write this in Jimmy's perspective. There will be Lucas, Haley, Peyton, Nathan, and Brooke, included, because it is a TV show, and it would be impossible for me to get it right without using all of the characters.

But, should I even continue writing this? Or should I stop?

[.::Shadowpaw::.]

Write it! I love it!

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updated with Haley.

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Brooke

Brooke Davis. Bold. Beautiful. She was going to change the world someday, and almost every single person in the school knew that. She was head cheerleader, Tree Hill High student body President, and dating one of the most popular guys in school: Lucas Scott. She was always trying her hardest to be successful. She had changed her ways from the beginning of high school to the end. Brooke used to be the girl that slept around with everyone, not caring who knew or what they thought about her. She drank all the time, and never remembered anything that happened on Friday nights. But Lucas...Lucas changed that. He changed her. She never gave a rats ass about anyone before Lucas, the sweet, smart, caring guy came along, and made her feel like she was worth something.

Although, Lucas was not always perfect. In their junior year, he had cheated on Brooke with her best friend, Peyton. But Brooke was so in love with Lucas, that she forgave him for that, her heart full of grace. And now that she had him back, she trusted him not to make that mistake again. She forgave Peyton too, but that was the hardest thing she had to make herself do. How could you forgive your best friend for thirteen years for doing a thing like that? Brooke knew, however, that Peyotn had madly fallen for Lucas once upon a time, also, and that even though she could not have him, those feelings did not fade. You can not help who you like. Blame it on the heart.

She fell to the ground and had tugged Peyton Sawyer with her, saving her best friend's life, she knew that. Feet were sprawled out on top of her, stepping on her, kicking her, not caring that she was beneath them as they went on their rampage to get out of the school. She closed her eyes and screamed a few times, but it was useless, for her voice merely blended in with all of the others in the school. She flipped herself around to be laying on her backside, her dark brown hair falling over her gorgeous face. She felt several shoes pump themselves into her stomach before she began to try and sit up, scooting herself back from the crowd and gaining jsut enough room in between people to rise to her feet, her high heels not helping at all in this situation.

Brooke darted out of the school in no time, moving with the crowd, her eyes searching for Peyton throughout it all. She was right next to her when the bullet had shot through the glass door. What if Peyton was not okay? Oh, dear, it would be all her fault. Brooke should have kept an eye on her after the shot had been fired. She should have held on to Peyton's sleeve after sliding to the ground quickly, to assure that he best friend was just as safe as Brooke was.

Brooke's eyes darted around the school campus once she was outside. She released her back pack from her shoulder and let it fall to the ground, the books flying out, but she did not care. She kept jogging outside on campus, wallowing in grief and fear for her best friend. "Peyton?" She half yelled, her head whipped around from side to side. "Peyton?!" She shouted. "PEYTON?!" She screamed out, the student around her becoming spread farther apart as she ran across the quad, her hair flying in every direction.

It was then that she noticed the huge yellow Basketball Team's bus pulling to a stop. Coach Whitey Durnham stepped off of it, his blue hat and blue jacket matching, as always. "What the hell?" She heard him say. Lucas. Lucas was on that bus. Lucas was safe and sound, not to be harmed.

Brooke felt her eyes water as her mind focused more and more on Peyton, and she ran to the bus as she saw Lucas stepping off of it in a blue button down collared shirt. "Hey...what-" She heard him begin to say as she reached him. He was running for her, too. Brooke took hold of his left arm, grabbing it feircly. "Somebody has a gun inside and they're shooting" She moaned out to him as her eyes spilled over with tears full of worry.

She saw Nathan shoot outside of the bus in a flash after hearing Brooke's voice, his black hair matted down. "HALEY!" He called out, his hands cupped over his mouth. He was just as scared as Brooke was, she could see it in his eyes. "Everybody back on the bus!" She heard Whitey order, but they ignored him.Brooke sobbed and gestured to the building with an outstretched arm. "I lost Peyton, I don't know where she is. I mean, she was right there and the shot went off, and now she's gone." Brooke turned around and stare back at the school, but Lucas grabbed her hand and whipped her back around. "Whoa,whoa,whoa, Hey Peyton wasshot?!" He asked, his words rushed out and all gushed together.

Brooke's voice pitch grew higher as the tears slid down her voice, her throat tightening. "No, I don't know, I mean, she was right behind me! We were by the library!" She was having a breakdown now. Nathan's voice came up in the background. he had walked closer to the school. "I think Haley's in the Tutor Center." Whitey yelled and ordered them to get on the bus again, but Nathan was determined to save his wife. "Nathan, get your ass on that bus." He commanded, but Nathan took offrunning towards the school.

"Hey, I got him, Coach!" Lucas said, touching Brooke's arm once more before running after Nathan. Brooke yelled his name. "Luke!" She pleaded. She didn't want him going in there. Lucas spoke up, his voice understanding. He let an arm out towards her. "Brooke, I'll be right back..." He said, his legs moving at full speed once more. "Nathan!!" He screamed, angry. Lucas reached Nathan at last, in the middle of one of the school's garden's, and he tackled him, rolling around on the ground for a while before pinning Nathan to it.

Nathan easily kicked Luke off. "Get off me, man!" He said, rising to his feet. "Haley's inside." He said in a tone that let Lucas know to back off. "Nate..." Lucas pleaded, but his half-brother was already in the building. Lucas kneeled onto the ground, his eyebrows raised. Brooke watched him, her chest rising and falling with each gasp she took to try and calm herself down. She shook her head as he rose to his feet and followed Nathan into the building. "LUCAS!" She shouted, but Whitey was holding her back as she tried to run after him. "Lucas!" She screamed after him, but Whitey shoved her onto the bus. She had no idea if Lucas would return or not.

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Haley

"Okay, we're just gonna have to stay down," Haley said, "And stay calm." She was sitting next to Skillz, the amazing black basketball player, who was depending on a college basketball scholarship just to get him far. Her arms were folded, and a jacket was tied tightly around her waist. Haley's hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail and she had a few stray strands poking out in every direction possible. She moved her position against the wall and wrapped her arms around her knees. She was still thinking of Nathan. "We're safe here..." She mumbled. She was mostly trying to console herself in this whole situation, but she knew it would help the others as well.

All eyes were locked on her face. All so dependent of her. All so scared. Haley, being one of the most responsible, smartest girls at Tree Hill High, was used to having the weight of the world on her shoulders. But something as simple as being locked in a room with seven others that you hardly knew, seemed like it was the hardest thing in the world for her to sit through. Where was Nathan? Was Lucas okay? She knew that Brooke and Peyton had to be together at the time of the shooting. What about them? What if something happened to the whole group of people that she so desperately needed to get by in her days? What would she do then?

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Lucas

Lucas slipped into Coach Whitey Durnham's office, trailing right behind his brother, Nathan. His steps were quick and silent. Almost all of his fears had disappeared now. Brooke was perfectly fine, he knew that, because he had just spoken to her outside, and he had caught a glimpse of her being driven away from Tree Hill High on the team's big yellow bus. But she had also said things that Lucas dreaded hearing. Peyton might not have been okay, and who knew what the hell was going on with Haley? Nathan claimed that she was in the tutor center, but no one could be completely sure of that. She always got to school fairly earlier than most of them, and she tended to wander around places. Haley was Lucas's best friend, and she had been for about seven years now. If something happened to her, how would Lucas go on in life, knowing that his best friend was dead?

And what about Peyton? Sure, they had experienced some type of fling behind Brooke's back for a while, but if he did save her, would Brooke mistake that as him having some type of feeling for Peyton? Brooke tended to be a very judgmental person and she never thought things out before saying or doing them. So he knew that she would immediately assume that something happened. Or maybe Brooke had changed her ways, and left the past in its place, to be forgotten. Either way, Peyton was a close friend of Lucas, and nothing was going to stop him from finding her in this school.

Nathan and he finally reached the room, and Lucas shut the door behind him, and eyebrow perking itself up as he watched Nathan grab a yellow wooden baseball bat from the shelf. He raised both arms to chest level in a questioning gesture. "You got a plan?" He said, his eyes locking with the baseball bat, full of inquisitive. Nathan spoke as if LUcas was completely missing the obvious. "Yeah. I'm going to the tutor center and I'm going to get Haley." He let his mouth hang slightly open after he spoke, and he stared at Lucas, eager to hear his response.

Lucas sighed and turned around to face the door, leaning against it, his lips pressed together. He knew how madly in love Nathan was with Haley, but was it really worth risking his own life just to see if she was okay? Haley was a brilliant girl, and Lucas knew that she could handle any situation with greatness. She knew the perfect place to be safe was the tutor center, and she was probably there. Lucas had utter confidence in her, and he knew that Nathan did too, and that Nathan was just as afraid as everyone else was. But what if Haley was safe, and Nathan got hurt all for nothing? Lucas would never be able to forgive himself for letting her go.

"what are you doing?" Nathan said as he watched Lucas position himself awkwardly, his voice as exasperated as ever. Lucas leaned towards Nathan, and pointed towards the baseball bat. "Your plan sucks." He said plainly. Now, Nathan, on the other hand, was not so bright? Until Haley came along, he was failing four classes and barely getting by in the other three. So Lucas understood why he thought he could do this.

Nathan cracked one knuckle. "You got a better one?!" He asked, lightly annoyed, but for the most part, he was simply worried and fearful for Haley's life. Lucas could see that much in his eyes. "Yeah, we turn around and let the police handle this." Lucas stated, flicking his eyes towards the window that's picture held the parking lot full of police cars and terrified students.

Nathan rolled his eyes and sighed. "The police are going to wait and game plan, they always do that!" He said, whispering loudly. Lucas took a few steps forward, staring his half brother deeply in the eyes, trying to get though to him. Why could Nathan never see how not thought out his plans were? He stopped in his tracks when he was only a few inches away from Nathan. "And what?" He asked, his voice slightly higher pitched now. "You're gonna stop a bullet with a..baseball bat?" He said, turning his head down to the bat in Nathan's hands, then back up.

"Nathan, Nathan." Lucas said, quickly placing his hands on his brother's shoulders. "someone had a gun in here." He said, tapping the baseball bat with one finger. "Yes, I know that." Nathan said, gritting his teeth together. "Okay, I know this is stupid. But what if something happens to Haley, huh? What if we walk away and something happens to Haley?! Are you gonna live with that?" His eyebrows were raised now, his whisper to Lucas completely gone.

Lucas stared outside the doorway after turning to it. Booksacks were scattered about and papers were thrown everywhere. Deserted, that's what Tree Hill High looks like now. "Most heroes are dead, Nate." Lucas said, his eyes full of desperation. He wanted Nathan to walk away from this, right now. If something happened to Nathan in that hallway, he would never forgive himself. But if something happened to Haley, how was he going to live with that, either?

Nathan turned to Lucas, his frown sitting on his face as if it had been there his whole life. "It's Haley, Lucas." He said, looking him straight in the eye. Lucas would do anything for Haley, anything.

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Jimmy

Jimmy sat on the outskirts of the line that had placed itself against the wall of the Tutor Center, his head leaning onto the bricks that held him up, his hand shoved deep within the pockets of his jacket. His fingers, the things that had committed this crime, caressed the gun anxiously. No one had a clue who had shot the gun, but everyone sure did hear it. The sound of it still rang in his ears, the earsplitting pleas for help and desperation repeating over and over in his head. Please! Who did this? Peyton?! Help! Several students had said. And he wouldn't forget the screams of the students around him, the yelps of terror that could have sent anyone to their deathbeds.

He didn't mean to do it. Jimmy had no idea he would feel this awful. Even though he hadn't hurt anyone. Had he? Had he damaged someone's life? Ended it? Or maybe he had just come close, and barely missed. He saw Brooke and Peyton rounding the corner as the gun went off, but he was positive that they had fallen to the ground before he pulled the trigger of it. Brooke and Peyton, two people that he had talked to a few times, but not often. He only talked to them when Lucas was around, but then LUcas left Jimmy completely, stranding him with no one at all to talk to.

He heard several sighs from the room, some were sobs, and few were just people that were scared. "We need to get out of here." He heard someone say. He tilted his head slightly to catch a glimpse of the boy who had said it, but he couldn't exactly match up his face with a name. He had very tanned skin, the kind you saw all of the models carrying on their bodies, and he had dark hair.He wore dark, faded jeans and a deep, sea green colored, long sleeved shirt. But why Jimmy could not find a name for him, he had no clue.

He saw Haley sit forward, leaning herself into a fetal position, her chin resting on her knees. "No." She said with assurance. "We need to stay put."She said, raising a hand to dismiss the idea of escaping any way, even if it was possible for them to get out. But, Jimmy did not want them to leave. He wanted to teach them all a lesson. He wanted to be noticed for once in his life. He was always just that one kid that walked through the halls of Tree Hill High, going utterly unnoticed and unnamed for a year and a half now.

Jimmy look away from Haley, feeling more guilty than he ever had in his life."It's procedure lockdown. We have to wait until it's safe." She ordered them. THat was Haley James Scott for you. Always doing the right thing at the right time. She and Jimmy used to always talk when they watched Lucas play basketball down at the River Court, where they would guess if Lucas would make the next shot or not. He always made shots, so it was a pretty boring game for them. But Haley was so nice and caring towards Jimmy, that he thought that they would be friends for a really long time.

But, before you knew it. Popularity hit Haley like a lightening bolt shot at an umbrella. She joined the cheerleading team to help out Brooke and Peyton, and she up and went married Nathan Scott, the "hottest" guy in school. And once again, what happened to Jimmy? Nothing, absolutely nothign at all. That was the answer. Jimmy was left to fend for himself during the rest of his high school days, with no help or support from his so called "friends." And he faded into the background, where all stories ended. Or at least where Jimmy's did.

He heard the boy whom he did not know speak once more. "Yeah. And I'm saying that lockdown is crap." He said, waving an arm back towards Haley in a way that showed the world that this kid had a slight attitude. "Whoever is out there is a student." He said. How would he know? Jimmy idd, that was for sure. But this kid knew nothing. It could have been someone's parent, and this guy would not have a clue. The only few people that knew were the group of guys that had seen him with the gun, and possible Brooke Davis and Peyton Sawyer.

He heard a girl speak up, her voice an annoying high pitch and he looked over towards her. Jimmy was staring straight into the eye of a beautiful red headed girl. Rachel. He had no idea what her last name was, though. He knew far too much about her, though. She slept around with guys all the time, practically for a living, and for free. She had gotten plastic surgery once, and man more countless ones to help her lose weight. And she had no respect for anyone but herself. But oh, wait, she didn't have any respect for herself, did she? Jimmy rolled his eyes and continued listening.

"Well, what about the windows?" She added, flicking her eyes to them, then moving them back to the boy who Jimmy still could not remember ever seeing before. Tree Hill was a huge school, after all. "I mean, we could break the windows and get out. No one would know." She said, but Haley interrupted her. "No, it...it just goes into a courtyard. It's enclosed. It's just there for light..."She said, fumbling with her shoelace subconsciously. She was terrified, and trying to hide it. Jimmy could see that much. He could see a lot in people when he had only just met them. It was a trait you picked up when you've been alone for over a year.

Skillz, the black basketball player who was sitting next to Haley spoke up, his eyes fixated on the ceiling, his arms placed by his sides. "Yeah, besides, if we break out through all the windows, all we'll be doing is drawing attention to ourselves." He said, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. What had Jimmydone?! He looked away, guilty, and became silent, holding his breath and counting the seconds as time passed by.

the no-named boy spoke up again. "And you don't think, that a locked door is gonna draw attention to us? You don't think it'll let that psycho know that we're in here?" Jimmy's head whipped around, speaking up for the first time today. "Why would you call him psycho??He asked, hi head tilting in wonder.

All of the heads in the room turned his way, their eyes firing back at his with inquisitive set inside of them. Haley leaned over slightly, and Jimmy could tell that she was just realizing that he was in the room with them. Was it because he was just quiet? Or maybe it was because he blended in, once again, with everything else. "It has something to do with him trying to kill us all, fatass." the no named kid spat back. And Jimmy remembered him slightly. He was on the basketball team. Jock. Dating one of the cheerleaders. Classic.

Jimmy, being one not to start fights or bickerments, sighed, his green eyes growing heavy, and turned his head away, ashamed of his doing once more. But he felt the gun in his pocket, and he traced the barrel, traced the trigger. Touched the hole at the end of it. Oh, how he was ready to use it again. Oh, how the no named kid would not need a name anymore once he was done with the people like them. Jimmy would be remembered. He would, and Jimmy had no doubt in his mind about that.

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Lucas

Lucas and Nathan had made their way to the library, where small shards of glass were scattered right outside the doors. Brooke had told Luke that when the gunshot had gone off, she and Peyton were located just outside of the library, and that Peyton was most likely to be inside. He traced the features of the doors remnants that not lay scattered about on the ground. There was clearly a broken glass door that was now on the floor. But one thing caught his eyes, one thing stood out from all the rest. There was a large, thin sheet of blood below the clear glass, the substance thick and fresh.

Peyton. This was Lucas's first thought as his eyes caught sight of the dark, maroon colored blood. Was she okay? Where was she at? Or, was the blood even hers to begin with? Maybe the shot had missed her, and the gun had been fired at someone else. And it was not that Luke wanted someone to get hurt at all. He just was fearing for Peyton's safety. She was a great friend, one he would never forget, but what if this was her blood? What if she was the one in pain now, a shot in her heart, her back, her stomach, who knows where? How would Brooke deal with the guilt if Peyton was hurt? And Lucas knew that his girlfriend had already begun to blame herself for Peyton's disappearance, because P-Sawyer was her best friend, and she would be lost without her.

Nathan was right behind Lucas, the bat still in his hands. In fact, they had both grabbed a bat, one each, just for plain safety. Even though they would do no practical good in this case. But, they both felt secure with the long, aluminum cylinder in their hands, so they kept them close, tucked behind their heads, both ready to strike at anything that caught their eye, anything that moved. "Look, there's blood..."Nathan piped up from behind Lucas in a low whisper. His eyebrows were full of concentration and worry. He was clearly still thinking of Haley, wondering if she was okay, if he was going to be able to deal with himself if something had happened to her in that Tutor Center. He just wanted to know that she was okay, and Luke could tell just by his expression.

Lucas lowered the bat from the sight of the red substance, and his mouth parted slightly. The sleeves of his baby blue polo shirt were rolled up right above his elbows, and his pants drug against the ground underneath his feet where he stood. His eyes flickered to the door that he could now step through without issue, for it had broken into millions of pieces, shattered onto the ground. "Okay...it could be Peyton." He said, turning to face Nathan abruptly. All he wanted was to know that she was okay.That nothing had happened to Peyton.

Nathan's bat had lowered itself in his arms subconsciously by this time, also, and he raised one eyebrow at Lucas. "You don't know that.." He said. It could be the shooter, for all he knew. And Lucas knew that Nathan was right. That this was far too dangerous for his brother and himself to be dealing with, that they were far too young to be doing things like saving lives or changing them, none the less. But it was a risk Luke was willing to take to help out a friend who could potentially be dead, and no one knew. "Well, it's someone." He said, his head finding it's way back to the door to take a quick glance at it, then back to Nathan, who was giving him a look that said not to go in, that it was not worth it.

He shook his head and sighed. "The library doors don't lock. It's not safe." Lucas said, leaning towards Nathan slightly, although he was only a mere three feet away from him. Nathan chirped out. "Lucas." He spoke with defiance. "I have to find Haley." Of course he did. And Lucas sure as hell wanted him to find Haley too. He wanted his best friend in the whole world to be okay, just as much as you would yours. If anyone in his life got hurt today, he would be stained with the memories of it, forever. Lucas nodded. "I know." And Nathan let out his final sigh before walking away, bat in his right arm like it was what was keeping him alive. And essentially, it was. "Okay..."

Lucas blinked a few times before calling out a name. "Nathan.." He said, in an assuring way. He had no clue what words could come out of his mouth to let his brother know that he wanted him to be safe, to protect himself and everyone else that he could. But Nathan understood what he wanted to be known, and spoke before Lucas had the chance to. "Yeah...you too, man...". And then, Nathan was gone, and Lucas was on his own.

Luke pressed his lips together firmly and stared at the last place he had seen his brother. What if he did not get the chance to see him again, either? But he brushed that thought away quickly, before it even had the chance to set into his mind. Lucas turned around to face the library, stared at it for a for moments, then walked in, pressing himself against the doorframe with his back. The glass moving beneath his feet could be heard, and he could feel his heart pounding in his head, and he tried to steady his breath. He followed a trail of blood he had caught on the ground, his eyes focused on nothing but that. Terrified? Of course.

Then, suddenly, the trail ended, and he was left to find whoever this was on his own. He quietly slipped into another room, his back pressed up against the wall. He was in the upper level of the library now, on a flight of stairs, and he moved about them with grace and ease, the only sound being his breath, and Luke was positive that he was the only one who was able to hear that. He stopped at the top. He was standing on a balcony, and was looking down at every single aspect of the Tree Hill High library. Chairs. Computers. Bookshelves. Desks. But more than half of the bookshelves were not pressed up against walls, meaning that there was a great chance that someone could have been sneaking behind them, out of sight, out of view, out of mind.

He checked around the whole top half of the library within two minutes, and had made his way downstairs with ease, not a single noise being made, his feet shuffling about the carpet silently. He was now checking in the middle section of tall bookcases, hiding behind the end of one, then popping his head out to see if anyone was there. He repeated this several times, then made his way around tables, double checking under them as well. He was standing in the smack dab middle of the library, and not a sound could be heard as he slowly made his way to the bookshelves that were half the size of the larger ones. Why did this library have to be so huge?

Then, spontaneously and surprisingly, he heard a thud in the distance, maybe six or seven shelves down. His head popped up from its hanging position, and his neck stretched as high as a giraffe's to see if he could catch a glance at who or what was hiding from him. He carefully and slowly made his way to the sixth bookcase away from him. One step. Breath. Two step. Breath. Three step. Quieter breath. Until he was holding his breath at the sixth, where he rounded the corner carefully, the bat pulled high above his head, ready to strike at whatever was behind that wooden piece of furniture.

But Peyton groaned a terrifying groan of pain and fear as Lucas pulled the bat dangerously close to her. Peyton, oh God, it was Peyton who had been hurt. It was Peyton's blood he had seen in the hallway, in the trail. Peyton was the one who had been hiding in the library for almost an hour now as the day rolled by. She had now broken into fearful tears, sobbing, a hand cupped over her mouth, her short blonde hair a perfect mess that fell, barely touching her shoulders as they moved form her sobs.

"Peyton, Peyton!" Lucas cried out, dropping the bat and rushing to her, falling to the ground next to her, grasping her by the shoulders. "Hey, hey it's okay. It's okay.." He said out in an exasperated rush, the words rolling off his tongue so naturally that it was unbelievable. He had suddenly felt a slight bit of relief, but it was still there, very much there, as he heard her words. "Ow, my leg, It's my leg..."She said, and he slowly moved his eyes down to her thigh, where there was blood all around, dripping onto the floor uncontrollably. "I got cut by a piece of glass.." She murmured out to him, sniffing in, the tears streaming down her face like he had never seen them before.

"Luke, I lost Brooke, I'm sorry..." She cried, almost wailed, out to him, her voice as shaky as it had ever been. But he nodded and raised his eyebrows at her. He knew that she was clueless. He knew that she thought it was a piece of glass stuck in her leg, when he knew what it really was. Peyton was the victim. Peyton was the one who had gotten shot by this monster of a person.

Lucas shook her gently, shaking his head. "She's fine, she's fine." HE assured her. Why was this happening? Why did this have to happen to them, the best of friends, all five of the?. Brooke. Peyton. Haley. Nathan. Lucas. It just did not seem fair at all. "But...okay, you're not." He whispered, almost for only himself to hear. He grabbed her hand in a reassuring way and held onto it tight. "Um..Okay, we gotta get you somewhere safe..." He said, looking down at her leg. Not Peyton. Why Peyton? "Come on." He said, pulling on her arm, the other hand onher back, ready to help her up.

"No, I can't!..I can't walk, Luke. I tried.." She cried out to him, her face strained from the pain in her thigh, her head moving in several direction, almost afraid to look him in the eye. Lucas rubbed her back and kneeled back down with her. "Okay.." He began, looking up at the rest of the library, as if to check to make sure that no one else was there. "Okay.." He repeated himself, standing up as he caught sight of the door. He now had a plan. Not the best plan ever, but if was a plan. He turning around, but Peyton had already caught a hold of his hand, her face red.

"No, Luke, don't leave me! Please!" She begged him, closing her eyes and opening them widely, her face full of desperation. He bent down yet again and placed both of his hands on either side of Peyton's face. "No, look, look, Hey." He said, rubbing a finger along her jawline quickly. "I'm gonna go block the entrance, alright? We'll...we'll just hide, alright? OKay? We're gonna beat this out..." He assured her, waiting for a few moments silence to speak again. "Listen to me. I'm not leaving you, Peyton." He said, looking at her torn expression. "I won't...I won't." He said, touching her hair and waiting for her nod. "OKay..." He said, standing up, and darting for the library doors that were full of nothing from the shot where the glass had broken.

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Nathan

Nathan continued to walk through the hallways of Tree Hill High, the bat in his left hand, his fingers spread out upon it as if it was the only thing keeping him alive. His footsteps were quiet and meager, although his fear for his wife, Haley, was far too large for him to handle at the moment. He kept close to the wall on his right, and he was swiftly making his way towards the Tutor's Center, where he had a feeling in his gut that Haley was. Too many thoughts were swarming in his head to count. Thing such as "Who could have done this? Why did they do it? Is it just one person, or are there several other people? Is Haley okay? What about Luke?"He kept thinking over and over again.

His brother, Lucas, had gone to retrieve Peyton, or whomever was in that library, to see if they were safe or not. Nathan and Luke had both seen the drops of blood splattered about on the floor, and Nathan's brother had known that it was not safe going into that library, even if it was only Peyton, because there was still a chance that the shooter was somewhere in their, hiding along with her, but in a separate place. Plus, although Peyton Sawyer was one of his best friends, Luke mattered far more than she did to Nathan, and he was not going to risk losing him, for he may have already lost Haley, the love of his life.

He heard small, anxious footsteps coming around the corner from where he was, and Nathan almost froze in the spot for a split second, but he resided to pulling the bat back, now holding it with both hands instead of just his right, ready to swing at the next thing that came. Maybe it was Haley, or Lucas, for he could have taken the detour route out of the library. Or it could have been the person that held the gun in their hands, the one who held forced this tragedy upon them.

He sped up his steps, and, as he rounded the corner, he saw that it was no shooter at all. It was only Mouth, the announcer of the Tree Hill Raven's basketball games, and a good friend to almost everyone here. His real name was Marvin McFadden, but hardly a single person deemed him that anymore. They called him mouth, because he had the longest mouth anyone in THH had ever seen in their whole lives, and because he tended to talk a lot, but that was besides the point.

Nathan sighed and grabbed the sandy brown haired boy by the shoulders, shoving him up against the lockers in a protective, yet slightly more than terrifying way. "Dude, what's happening?!" Mouth said, but the palm of Nathan's hand flew to his mouth, covering up the essence of speech. Of course Mouth would be the one to be left clueless, totally oblivious as to what was going on. He wondered where Mouth had been the whole time, and he rolled his eyes, letting his hand gradually fall from his lips, and he sighed.

"Mouth. What are you doing here?" He said through an exasperated breath. He heard Mouth's voice come louder than expected. "I was in the AV-" But Nathan' had his hand back over his face before he could finish the sentence. "Shh!" Nathan ordered him, his eyebrows pushing together, slightly annoyed. He towered over Mouth, his height growing more than four inches above him. "Be quiet..."He said under a muffled breath as he let his hand fall from his face once more.

He watched Mouth's shoulders shrug, and his eyes went wide. "I was in that AV room, and I come out and it's like Dawn of the Dead." He said, moving his eyes to the backpacks that lay stray from their owners on the ground, then the papers that seemed to be flung about all over the place. Nathan flinched away from him, thankful to at least know that he was safe, none the less. "Mouth, don' say dead." He ordered, his tone serious and monotonous. He paused and took a gasp of air before speaking again. "Someone's got a gun in the school." He said, staring at Mouth, both of his brows raised.

"What?!" Mouth said in reply, quickly after Nathan had spoken. Nathan only had a "Yeah..." as a reply. Mouth looked around frantically, and Nathan watched him, his eyes full of curiousity. "We gotta get out of here..."He said, his eyes darting from one end of the hallway to the next. "Yeah, yougotta get out of here." Nathan said, "I've got to go get Haley."

He turned around, staring in the direction of the Tutor's Center, and fumbled with the bat in his right hand, making circles with it, his breath coming heavy and nervously. He turned back around, only to see Mouth staring at his bat with wide eyes. "I'll stay with you..." He said quickly. Nathan stared at him for a few moments, but sighed soon after.

"Let's go." He said, pulling Mouth down the hallway with him.

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[«Failghost«]

Haley

"No signal..." Skillz had mumbled a few moments earlier, his phone outstretched in front of him, his head banging against the blue and gray wall out of exasperation. Of course there isn't any signal.., Haley thought to herself. Why would there be? Typically, in all horror movies, there is never a single signal, in all of the land they travel in. They try many times to call the police or 911, but it never works. Then the killer pops out from around the corner, and shoots them all down to the ground, and they die.

What a great ending.

Skillz was saying something again, but it was only a mere noise that had shoved itself into the back of Haley's mind. " 'All circuits busy.' She rolled her eyes and pulled out her own cellular device, flipping it open and staring blankly at the screen. No service, at all. Once again, of course there would be no service. She knew that this day would forever go down as Tree Hill High's own little horror movie, and she was frankly, terrified about it. What if Nathan was not safe? Or Brooke or Peyton? She was scared mostly for Lucas, her best friend ever since they were in diapers.

She had shared so many memories with Lucas, and in the blink of an eye, he could have been gone forever. It was amazing what ten minutes could do to a person. It made her appreciated her whole entire life, and it made her remember all of the things that had made her Haley the bookworm, or 'Tutor Girl', and Brooke Davis preferred to call her. She had a 4.0 GPA, and she was not known for taking too many risks. She read whenever she was not forced to do so. Haley went from being nerd, to popular cheerleader in mere months, and she had gotten married at the age of seventeen, her names changing from Haley James, to Haley James Scott in moments.

Then, suddenly, there was a few taps on the blue door to the tutor's center, and everyone in the whole room jumped in either fear or surprise, their legs slipping out from under them and their bodies leaning towards the door, listening to who it could be. Soon after, the tapping ceased, came to a halt completely. Silence for a few moments could have changed your life if you appreciated it enough. It made you wonder, that if this was the person with the gun, what would you do? Who would you say goodbye to? What would your last words be?

Someone had stood up, Haley could hear their feet shuffling behind her, but she refused to look back. Instead, she had her eyes focused on the silver, shining handle on the door that was shaped like a strangely formed 'L'. Her eyes darted to the floor soon after, where she saw an I.D. slide across it from the outside of the room. She saw the picture, and recognized it immediately. Nathan. She gasped and leaned forward, picking up and blinking her eyes. She wouldn't get her hopes up, not just yet. "It's Nathan!" She exclaimed, standing on her feet and reaching frantically for the doorknob of the room.

She turned the lock, but soon felt cold hands grabbing her by the shoulders and shoving her up against the wall. Her eyes went wide, and she became filled with anger at his next words. "You don't know it's him..." The voice said. She didn't know who this kid was, but he was n Italian looking boy with dark hair and jet black, attractive eyes that you could almost see Hell in. She may have seen him before, but she had no idea what his name was.

She fumbled around with the name tag, and shrugged his hands off of her body. "No, No!" She said, pointing down at the card that was now held firmly in her grip, as if she was holding to it for dear life now. "It's his I.D.!" She begged, her voice protesting his words that came next.

"So how do you know that somebody didn't kill him and take his Identification?" The strange boy said, and Haley was practically fuming towards him now, her anger bubbling within her stomach as she stared the boy down for a few moments. "Okay, you're the one that said this was a lockdown, every man for himself!" The boy continued talking, although Haley found herself not even in the slightest bit interested.

Haley heard Rachel, a girl with a high pitched, squeaky voice and red hair speak up from the background. "She can't leave him out there." Rachel said, taking Haley's side for once. Rachel and Haley were both cheerleaders, and did not get along at all. Rachel was worse than the former Brooke Davis was. She chased after Nathan constantly, and was always picking on other people's flaws. But, for the time being, Haley owed her one for agreeing with her. I this was Nathan, he needed to be let in this instant.

"Don't open it!" A girl named Abby piped up from the back of the room. She was sitting next to Jimmy Edwards, and she was wearing her light brown hair down, with a pink jacket covering her up. Then, the boy with the black eyes spoke up again. "Do not open that door." He ordered her, and Haley gripped the license and her phone in her hand harder, more firmly, closing her eyes. "Just shutup, Shutup. Just..." She trailed off, moving to the door. She now had an idea that popped into her head. The one thing that would secure the fact that it was Nathan.

She kneeled down next to the big blue rectangle that was protecting them, and pressed her ear to it. "Alwys..." She whispered, waiting for a reply. Nathan and Haley had one saying that their relationship revolved around: Always and "Forever".

Haley sighed and grinned. "It's him. It's Nathan." She said, pulling down on the handle, and opening the door, just a crack. But the black-eyed boy lunged, practically attacking her in the moments going by. Skillz went after him the moment he caught sight of the action, grabbing him by the neck and shoving him up against the wall, yelling threats to him and maybe even hitting him once or twice. "If she says it's him, it's him. Open the door, Haley." Skillz said, and Haley was forever grateful to have a friend like Skillz in her life. He knew her too well, so much to where he trusted her enough to know whether it was Nathan or not.

Haley completed the task of opening the door quickly, and she feared what could come next. But then she saw him. Nathan stepped out of hiding, and into the room, his eyes closing. Haley had never felt so relieved in her life before. "Oh, God, come here." Nathan said, taking Haley into his arms at once, the bat still held in his hand, but Haley didn't take too much notice about it. "Are you okay?" He asked her, his eyebrows raised.

Haley sighed and hugged him for a moment. "Yeah, I'm fine. What's going on out there?" She asked, in a worried tone, her eyebrows raised and her lips pressed together tightly. "I don't know, but we're getting out of here, okay?" Said Nathan, an arm wrapped around Haley's waist, as if protecting her from whatever was out there. "Come on, all of us, let's go." He said, and Mouth went for the door once more, tugging on the handle just as Hale did twice within the past two minutes.

"Whoa!" They all heard a voice say from the back of the room, and very head in there turned slowly, their eyes focusing on the sight that was behind them. There was Jimmy Edwards, standing, one hand in his pocket, and one gripping a large black handgun, that was now pointed in the center of all of the group of people, focused on Nathan Scott. Haley gasped and fell backwards, grabbing at Nathan's shirt for help. Scared out of her mind, heck yes, she was. Her mouth parted and she buried her face into Nathan's clothing for a moment, before picking it back up, her eyes wide and surprised. How could Jimmy be doing this, of all people?

"Nobody's going anywhere..." Jimmy said clearly, staring them all down with his dark blue eyes, the gun in his hand going from person to person. And then, every single soul in that room realized, that it was an innocent boy, doing a guilty deed.

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[«Failghost«]

Jimmy

Jimmy stood erect now, the gun's aim focusing on each and every student, one by one. "Get away from the door," He commanded, his voice deep, a clear tone of known authority in it. Truth be told, Jimmy had no idea what exactly he was doing at the moment. It had all taken place so fast, that he did not really have time to think of his actions. Heck, it was hard enough for him to decide which shirt to wear in the morning, much less which life to spare.

"Jimmy?" He heard a voice exclaim from behind the crowd of eight people. Jimmy's eyes darted towards the center of them, only to see Mouth, his long time friend, erupting in between the several bodies that had blocked him. Mouth...he was a good friend, when he wished to be. At least, he was a good friend for a while. When Nathan and Lucas stepped into their lives, everything went spiralling into a dark hole for Jimmy, and Mouth had been sucked into the world of popularity. Jimmy stared, eyes fixated on Mouth's own pair, and the gun shook threateningly in his hand as he spoke. "Do it, Mouth!" He screamed towards the boy of whom had recently objected him, almost in a pleading way.

Nathan Scott, basketball player of the school, spoke up next, his voice quiet, but loud enough to let Jimmy know what he meant business. "Alright, alright, just chill out, man." Of course, Jimmy thought to himself, he would be the one to order me around. Nathan was always pushing people around in Jimmy's eyes, and Jimmy, for one, would not take it any longer. He refused to be pushed down, knocked over, and stepped on. No more. Not any longer. He was done. Jimmy watched as the group progressed to stepping away from the door, slowly, a look of terror on each pair of eyes.

"Everyone get away from the door," He repeated himself. In that split second, Jimmy Edwards and Haley James Scott locked eyes. And in the brief moment, he knew that he was doing wrong. He was doing everything completely wrong. He could see her pleading look, the way she was practically begging him to stop this, stop all of this cruelty and hatred. Haley was a pool of emotions, and there was no way for her to hide it. Everything was always able to be seen in her eyes. And, although Jimmy was in regret for a moment, he knew that there was no turning back. There was no changing the things he had already begun.

Mouth and his scrawny, ratty hair spoke up next. "Oh, Jimmy, what'd you do?" He asked, shaking his head, the expression he was playing out not scared, but...disappointed. Jimmy rolled his eyes. "Move back, Skillz," was Jimmy's next command as his eyes flew immediately to Skillz Taylor, the black boy who stood his ground near the door, not budging an inch. So this...jock, thought that he could beat a gun with his bare hands?

"Or what, you gon' shoot me?" Skillz replied, spitting back at Jimmy sourly and sarcastically. But, through the grinding teeth, Skillz began to move away from the door, his feet shuffling slightly, his long, crooked nose twisted up in anger and almost fear. "We used to be friends, dog," Skillz said, throwing out his hands in a gesture that basically indicated that he was asking'What happened?'

"Yeah, used to be," Jimmy said back, adding a little nod of the head at the end of his sentence. "Oh, so it's gon' be like that? A'ight." Skillz said, shoving his hands into his pockets and nodding his head as well, sarcastically, yet again. Jimmy could see the pained look on Skillz's face, the one that he had always used whenever he would miss a free throw in basketball, when Lucas used to play on the court with them as well. When Mouth used to pretend to be a sports announcer with Jimmy. But it was all gone now. Gone and lost.

Mouth this time, "God, Jimmy, you can't do this," Mouth said, shaking his head.

"It's a little late for that, Mouth." Jimmy's hand was shaking, the one that was holding the hand gun. The black hand gun that had ruined the school day.

Abby, a quiet girl, with small eyes, a nose a little too big, and a few crooked teeth in the front spoke up. "I can't be here..." She sobbed, her arms folded over her bright pink cardigan.

"Look, man, why don't you just let us go? I'm sorry I called you fat-ass," It was that kid once more. The one that Jimmy had no idea of the name, but the face was indeed familiar. A person that had commonly bullied him before. A person that had caused today. So, really, if you were thinking the same way Jimmy was, it wasn't Jimmy's fault at all. It was the people that had left him behind, the people that had caused him his high school trouble, the people that had ruined his world, his life.

Jimmy rolled his eyes and chuckled slightly, his tone threatening. "It's a little late for that, too," His blue eyes burned like fire, and his scruffy brown hair was poking out in all different places. Jimmy still had a hand tucked away in the front pocket of his maroon-colored hoodie, and his feet were shuffling from side to side on the ground just below him.

"How about you, hero?!" Jimmy said, pointing the gun to Nathan Scoot, the one he dispized the most of all. "You scared?" He said, his lips curling up in a vicious way, one that could have forced the devil out of hell if Jimmy tried hard enough. Hayley, Nathan's wife, was curled behind him, one hand tugging at his arm as if holding on for dear life, the other half of her body hidden behind Nathan's massive, athletic one.

"Yeah," Nathan said calmly, his head nodding, "I'm scared,".

"Good." Jimmy spat back, the gun stretching out of his hand ever farther, if that was possible. "Welcome to my world."

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[«Failghost«]

Nathan

Nathan was nearly shaking in his shoes. Jimmy Edwards was the school's terrorist. He held the gun that morning, the one that could have potentially hit Peyton. Nathan had forgotten all about Jimmy. They hadn't ever really been friends, because he was one of the river-rats that had hung out with Lucas when Nathan and he hated one another. So they had stuck to their own crowds and exchanged few to no words at all.

And now, as the gun was aimed straight at him, Nathan couldn't help but wish he had gotten to know Jimmy better, to help prevent this whole situation. It sucks to be the guy that got left out. Not that Nathan would know. But it must have made Jimmy feel horrible, being butchered by bullies every day at school, the actions going completely unnoticed every single time. Nathan stared straight down the gun, the barrel of it forming a black pit that held life ending bullets. Was it even loaded? It had to be. Brooke said that someone was shooting the school when she had frantically run to them just after they'd exited their bus from the away game the previous night.

Jimmy made a sudden movement now, wiping his forehead with his arm and turning around swiftly, groaning, as if in pain. He faced the teacher's desk which was behind him and walked around it, opening and closer several drawers that were connected to it. Nathan could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and Haley's overheated body clinging to his was not helping him cool down. He wrapped an arm around Haley's waist protectively and watched carefully at every one of Jimmy's movements.

But he pulled out a roll of duct-tape.

"Alright, this is what we're gonna do," Jimmy spoke, the gun shifting from one person to another, "You're gonna tape a line down the center of the room." He tossed the large roll of tape to Nathan, and he caught it easily in one hand, his eyes finally leaving Jimmy's gaze to look down at the tape. He stared at it in disbelief, unsure of what to do with the roll of tape. What would be the point of having tape? Nathan now pushed an eyebrows upward, and he moved his eyes back up to Jimmy, who hadn't moved an inch since the tape had been thrown.

"GO ON!" He screamed at Nathan to the top of his lungs, Jimmy's voice able to break glass if he tried hard enough. The outburst was so sudden that Nathan felt red-haired Haley jump next to him, her body quivering in fear, and she squeezed him harder, burying her face into his back in terror.

Nathan made a slight attempt to part from Haley, but it wasn't soon before someone else spoke up again. It was Abby, the quiet girl with dark brown hair. "Why are you doing this?" She pleaded, her pale face draining still, her eyes looking at Jimmy with desperation. Nathan took a small step back, forgetting about the gray roll of tape in his hands.

"You're Abby Brown, right?" Jimmy asked her, moving the gun's aim from Nathan to she. He shook his head and leaned forward, his body swinging like a pendulum. "What's my name?" He asked her, his voice spitting in a disgusted response. But Abby had no idea. She shook for a moment then leaned against the blue bookshelf that sat just behind her. "J-Jim?" She asked, her voice unsure. Abby was going pale, very pale, and even her dark brown freckles than lined her cheeks were unable to be seen at that particular moment.

Jimmy rolled his eyes and leaned forward harder. "My full name," He commanded. "Come on! Who am I?" He asked her, taunting her. And with that, Abby began to cry. She broke down into uncontrollable tears, her body giving in on itself. "I don't know..." She whined, closing her eyes and looking away. Rachel Gatina, the high school sleeper, patted her slightly on the back and turned her face to Jimmy, folding her arms across her chest. "It's the guy from the time capsule."

Oh, Rachel had opened the time capsule the day after it had been closed. Just because she could. And because she was nosey and it was three in the morning. No one was around, so why not do something illegal?

"Jimmy Edwards." Thank God for Haley James Scott. "You're Jimmy Edwards, and you're a good guy, and you're better than this." Haley knew everyone, even though she was popular. Haley had also hung out with Jimmy Edwards at the river court, where her best friend Lucas used to play basketball until four in the morning on school nights. Jimmy would pretend to be a sports announcer for Luke. The days when everything was simple.

"Shutup. All of you. Just SHUTUP!" Jimmy commanded, the gun shaking in his bare right hand now. "Shutup. And sit down!" He was getting angrier by the moments that passed, and it was showing. "Jimmy," Haley spoke up once more. She was terrified, but she had to try to get through to him. Nathan could feel her arms shaking. "Seven hostages in the Tutor's Center? That's not you." Haley had a hand firmly placed in her back pocket, feeling the number pad on her cell phone. All it would take was one call to let someone know that they were in there.

Jimmy caught her red handed. "What are you doing, what's in your pocket?" He asked, his voice shaking, an eyebrow raised higher than Haley had ever seen before. "Nothing. Nothing! It's nothing." Haley urged him as he continued to shout at her repeatedly. Nathan saw the gun being pointed in Haley's face and he stepped in front of his wife, raising the aluminum bat in the air. "Hey, just stop pointing the gun at her, alright?!" He said to Jimmy, fearless it seemed.

Haley caved, however. "It's just my phone, okay?" She said, closing her eyes and holding the device in front of her with both hands. "GIVE IT TO ME!" Haley stepped forward at Jimmy's ravaging voice, and she placed the phone in his palm, jumping backwards back to Nathan as soon after. Nathan rubbed Haley's back quickly, and looked at her with curiousity. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jimmy's head shake in fury, and Nathan's eyes darted to the armed boy.

"Aw. Haley, I used to like you." Nathan looked at the phone. The call was listed as 911, and had been on the line for 32 seconds total. Nathan took a small step forward as Jimmy aimed to gun at Haley once more. "Hi. Nine-one-one? Here's the thing: If anyone comes even remotely close to this school, we start shooting students. You hear me? You come in here, your kids die." Haley began to cry harder, tears sliding down her face, her fingers digging into Nathan's arm.Nathan watched as Jimmy threw the phone onto the ground.

"Alright I want everyone's cellphone, LET'S GO!" Jimmy screamed at each one of them, and out came the devices. Everyone pulled out a cellphone except for two people, Nathan, who still had his, and Skillz, who didn't even bring his. Jimmy watched as they came on and dumped onto the floor, and he moved on to Rachel Gatina. "And you, Missy Pepperspray, roll it over here." Out came two cans of pepperspray. One from Rachel, and one fro Abby.

"That baseball bat too, come on!" He ordered. Nathan dropped the bat immediately, the cold feeling of it leaving his fingertips. He looked at Nathan suspiciously and tilted his head. "Where'd your phone, Scott?" Jimmy asked, suspecting something. Nathan spoke in defiance. "I don't have it with me." Jimmy rolled his eyes and stepped even closer, staring Nathan down. "You can check me if you want." Nathan said, looking Jimmy square in the eye. They stared at each other for five straight seconds, without a single sound in the room.

Jimmy's nostril's flared out and he pressed the gun against Nathan's chest. "Just tape the line." And he stepped back as Nathan parted with Haley.

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Um this is being put on hold because it sucks and I have no muse.
Lol.