I sit on the floor outside the choir room, squeezing myself next to Raven. Mia sits across from me, alone for the first time. Ethan, Luke, and Nate are gone.
Luke is no where to be found. I think he woke up the next morning hoping we'd all forget, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Jillian tried to shove it aside and snapped at Nate for asking about it. Luke did about the same. We were all kicked out in a matter of minutes from waking up. Since then, even in our group chat, Luke has been MIA.
I eagerly wait for fourth hour. In third hour, Ethan is missing still.
Finally fourth hour approaches. I sit down in my chair and I pretend to be busy reading my book. In reality, I'm watching every single person that walks by. I wait for that hand to grab the back of the chair next to me. The flow of people reaches its peak and then slowly declines. My heart drops as I hear the bell.
At lunch, about the same thing happens. Luke's spot remains vacant.
Luke's POV:
We get out of the car in silence. Mine is more a silence of anger than anything. Ethan's is probably more of a discomfort. Nate is a casual silence. We go around back and we grab the four guns: I grab two, the others grab one. I lead the way to the range of trees. They trails behind.
Ethan stands at a distance behind me; his arms are crossed.
I think of Jillian and the drama she caused. The way she exaggerated it. Or played into the lie. The way the friend group wouldn't let it go. The silent treatment Bea is giving me. I'm back to feeling hurt.
POW.
I think of Emma. That fucking bitch. She's going to blame herself, rightfully so.
"Emma and I talked yesterday."
POW.
The smell of smoke fills the air. My ears begin to ring.
"What?!" Both Nate and Ethan yell.
I nod, not wanting to go into more detail.
"So are we on then?" I hear Ethan yell.
I raise the gun once again to my right cheek. I imagine her crying underneath the table. I imagine her staring up at me or even her screaming. She's curled up in a ball and she's the last one. She doesn't look scared, but rather betrayed. I tell her to close her eyes as I raise the gun. She pleads with me. I take a deep breath and I close my eyes.
POW.
My heart drops to my stomach. I drop the gun to my side and I step back for Ethan to come forward.
"We didn't actually sleep together." I say looking at the gun in my right hand. "We got pretty close but I'm technically still a virgin."
POW POW.
Ethan turns to me with his gun pointed downward now. "What?! Why didn't you say anything?"
I just shrug and let a long pause happen. By then Ethan shoots another round. I want to ask him if he actually wants to do this. If he steps out, then so will I. But we're not even doing it until we both get laid.
"How's Mia?" I ask.
I don't trust Mia. Something is off about her. Why the hell is Emma's best friend in my friend group and dating my best friend?
I study Ethan after I ask that. His stern concentrated look turns into a frown. We're both numb to emotions. As I asked him the question, it appears I strike a nerve.
"It's going...great." He sighs. "I'm trying to not to get emotionally attracted. It's kind of sad that I'll leave her behind. You still going after Bea?"
POW.
I try to think about what to say. But what's clouding my head right now is Ethan. I think about him during the attack. I think about how I could just kill him now. I think about if it would actually be better if he just killed himself. Maybe I should kill myself. I mean that's how it will end, right? Maybe I should I just go through with it.
Just do it. Don't be a wimp.
"She's mad at me." I admit out loud. I say it to answer the question, but also to remind myself that her and I are not one in the same right now.
Ethan takes a deep breath before shooting again. "You think it would be easier to find someone else? Just go for Jillian or something."
I step forward to stand next to him. I raise my gun once again, aiming for the tree.
"Yeah," I chuckle. "I'm up for the challenge though."
POW.
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Fanfiction"Luke," I cry. He interrupts me. "I need you to trust me. Please. I love you and I would never hurt you. We're going to get out of here."
