Blake Lilian Scott is my name. I live with my twin brother Lucas and my mom. What happens when my twin joins the Raven's basketball game and comes face to face with our younger brother Nathan.
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I was walking with Peyton and Brooke when we heard the shots and saw the gun. While everyone went into a panic, Peyton and I latched together and headed towards the library.
''What the hell is happening?'' the blonde sobs, making me hug her.
''Is that blood?'' She asked me looking down at her leg.
''You were cut by some glass.'' I panicked, tearing my sweater off and holding pressure on her wound, not wanting to tell her she was really shot..
''Oh my god Brooke.''
I bit my lip to keep from crying.
''I'm sure Brooke is safe, you know she's tough.''I try to assure the other blond, while also trying to calm my heart rate.
I bit my lip as I thought of Haley, Danny, Mouth, Skills, and Kam. They were out there somewhere, along with Brooke. I knew Nate and Luke weren't here. I hope to god they weren't here.
''What're we going to do?''
''Wait.''
I wrap an arm around her shoulder and kept pressure on her leg, trying to make sure she didn't loose too much blood.
'Shhhh.'' I hush her as i heard someone enter the room.
''AHHHH!'' We both let out a yell as we see someone with a bat.
''Peyton. Blake. Hey! Hey, it's me.'' Lucas crouches in front of us.
''Ow, my leg! I got cut by some glass. Lucas, I lost Brooke. I'm sorry.'''
''She's fine. She's fine but OK, you're not. Um,... oh, we gotta get you somewhere safe, come on.''
Luke and I tried to help her stand, only for her to protest.
''No, I can't.I can't walk! I tried!''
''OK. OK.'' Luke looked around before standing up.
''No, don't leave us, please bubba! Please.'' I begged, latching onto my twin.
''No, look, hey. I'm gonna go block the entrance, alright? We'll... we'll just... hide. Alright? We'll wait this out, OK?''
I nod along with Peyton, who was still crying.
'''Listen to me, OK?''
Luke put one hand on each of our cheeks and stared into our eyes.
''I'm not leaving you, Peyton. Blake. I won't. I won't, OK?''
We both nod as Peyton leaned into him and I stood beside them.
''Luke? I don't feel good.'' I sigh, leaning against the row of books.
''What's wrong?'' He was in front of me in no time.
''I think I'm cramping.'' I whimper, holding my stomach.
