Dreamcatcher

Chapter Fifty-One: If I Could Turn Back Time...

"What do you want?" 

Those were the words Nathan greeted Clark with as soon as he spotted him enter the girl's toilets. They both knew that it was reasonably a good spot to go to, knowing that with how all the girls behaved at school, they never went straight after their final class for the day. 

"I want to know where Chloe is." Clark demanded authoritively. 

"Your punk-ass bitch sister? Who gives a fuck? I'm actually glad she's gone." 

Irately, Clark shoved Nathan's shoulder, forcing his attention solely onto him. A cross expression painted on Nathan's face, disguising the struggle he was dealing with deep down. The last thing he needed was Clark to interrogate him. 

"Don't you ever talk about her like that! Now answer the question, you spoiled brat! Where's Chloe?!" 

"You just don't get it, Price. Your sister probably got in deep with her dealer and they killed her. Or, maybe she just ran away and left your stupid ass behind, just like Rachel did. What kind of people are they?" Nathan mocked. 

Gripping his fist as tightly as he could, Clark lashed out and punched Nathan square in the jaw. In response to his lashing out, Nathan threw himself at the faded blue-haired boy and tackled him into the door while Clark slammed his elbow on his back a few times until Nathan threw his head up, hitting Clark in the jaw with the back of his head. 

Clark grunted, left dazed as Nathan punched him in the gut, causing Clark to burst out coughing as he fell on one knee with one hand on that knee and the other across his stomach. He looked up and caught Nathan rearing his fist back to punch him in the face. Nathan got one punch in until he found himself dazed when his opponent uppercut him with his dominant fist. This caused Nathan to stagger backwards. 

Before he could allow Clark to close the distance, he resorted to the weapon stowed in the back of his pants with the upper half concealed by his jacket. 

Clark gasped upon setting his eyes on the handgun pointed straight at him. 

"You don't know who the fuck I am or who you're messing with! Don't ever tell me what to do! I'm so sick of people trying to control me! I ain't telling you shit about your stupid sister! I'm glad she's gone! In fact, I hope she's dead! And if you don't back the fuck off, you're going to see her again!" Nathan snapped, verbally lashing out at Clark as he boldly approached Clark, backing him into a wall beside the door. 

"Get that gun away from me, psycho!" 

In an attempt to break free from the compromising position he was in, Clark shoved Nathan backwards, which, as a result, caused his trigger finger to pull back on the trigger of the gun just enough that it allowed a bullet to exit the chamber, embedding itself into Clark's lower abdomen. 

"NO!" A feminine voice cried helplessly. 

A girl reached her arm out, wishing deeply that she could have prevented this crime. 

Little did she know, that's exactly what she'd been granted. 

Time slowed down. The gun that slipped out of Nathan's hand and Clark's body falling reversed. It all happened within a matter of seconds that when Max's brain could register just what exactly was happening, she found herself jolting awake in her chair back in her Photography class. 

Nobody but Victoria noticed Max jolt awake so suddenly. Everybody else were thinking about other things or desperately trying not to fall asleep. 

"How? How can that be? I was in the bathroom... he shot Clark. I held up my hand... and then I was back here. I already heard this lecture." Max thought to herself.