Paralysed By Choices ✔️

Chapter seven: I Wanted To Slap Him.

My instincts told me to jump out of my hiding place and face whoever was around the corner but my fathers inner voice told me to just stay put while holding my gun, ready to be fired. I had no idea what to expect, it was dark and I couldn't see anything without my switched off flashlight.

My ears listened to what was the creaking of the library's floor. It could be Maggie or it could be the enemy. Since I've never been in this type of situation before, I tried to remember everything my dad taught me back at home but, everything had been frozen because I was concentrated on the footsteps.

I breathed in and out and I looked down to the gun I held in both hands, crouched down against a bookshelf and waiting for the right moment to jump this guy. My hand slowly moved up to the trigger and I slowly moved my way up to my normal height.

And as the footsteps creaked closer to me, I swung around and pointed my gun at the black figure that stood before me. "Don't move!" I yelled, pointing my gun at this person's head, my grip was firm and it never left the tigger.

The figure got a fright and placed his hands up in surrender, not exactly looking like one of the bad guys. "Please, don't shoot!" He said before I rolled my eyes and lowered my gun as I recognised the voice instantly.

"Jason, what the heck are you doing here? I could have shot you!" I yelled in a small whisper now that I knew he was not a crazed shooter roaming the campus.

I quickly grabbed my flashlight and switched it on, beaming it on his face making him squint. He lowered his hands and sighed with relief. "Why do you have a gun!?" He yelled loud enough for anyone to hear it. "Like, I know you can kill anyone with your bare hands but a gun, Lexie! You could have killed me!"

I wanted to slap him. "Shut it," I whispered in a harsh tone, "you don't know who is around here."

I felt glad that Jason was okay, he looked like he hadn't seen any ghosts yet which was why I wanted to divert him from the body that lied a few feet away from us. "Alexis, what is going on?"

I sighed and placed my gun behind me again, making sure it was secure and easy to grab. "Isn't it obvious? They're are fucking shooters around campus and I can't find Maggie!" I snapped, still in a whisper. I was getting really pissed off by his stupid ass questions.

I pulled him around the corner, he leaned against the bookshelf as I stood near the opposite one. "You can't find Maggie? Shooters? Oh god, this isn't what I signed up for."

"Yeah," I mumbled, "neither did I."

Jason glared at me and raised his eyebrows at me. "You're the one who wanted to become a freaking cop! You've even trained for stuff like this with your dad so don't tell me that you haven't prepared for something like this, you're probably happy about the shooting, loving the adrenaline rush and the excitement."

I was going to knock him unconscious with my gun if he didn't shut up, he always tended to go off topic in serious situations. For example, when my very first boyfriend cheated on me with the head cheerleader. Jason literally began talking about ice cream. You know, the different flavors, the coldness of the ice cream and how they taste so good. He'd also threw in a couple of facts and jokes about ice cream.

Maggie was about to punch him as I was the one crying in front of the TV, watching 'The Notebook' and eating an entire tub of guess what? Ice cream. I knew he meant well but sometimes, he could be a little insensitive. Maybe it was because he's nervous or really uncomfortable but in this situation, I voted for the first option.

Now, I didn't give a shit. All I wanted to do was shoot him but I wouldn't do that, only because it would draw more attention to us. "Jason, can we get back to reality now?"