Code Red

Chapter 9

(Allison's POV)

11:08 am

The gun shots were followed by screams.

This can't be happening, this kind of thing didn't happen in my town, it was only on the news, this can't be actually be happening.

"Allison we have to get down," Harry states seriously.

He runs over to the light switch and turns the light off and attempted to lock the door.

"There's no fucking lock on this thing!" He yells.

"Harry, shut up, come on, we need to hide," I whisper yell.

He runs his fingers through his long curls and pulls at the ends. He rushes over to me and grabs my wrist and we hurry over to the closet.

The closest had no door, it looked more like an office than a closet, but the junk scattered around it told me other wise.

Harry started to move a bookshelf and we fit behind it, in the corner of the room.

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11:12 am

More gunshots were heard. Too many to count.

"Harry, this can't be happening," I sob.

Harry has been staring forward for the past two minutes.

"I can't do this to my dad, I'm all he has left Harry, I can't die," I cry, "I'm not ready to die, there's so much I haven't done in my life, and I don't think I deserve to die."

His arms reach out around me, and pulls me into him. He runs his fingers through my hair.

"Shhh" he coos.

"I'm so scared" I fist his shirt, attempting to bring myself closer to him.

"Me too." He whispers.

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11:14 am

We stay like that for what seemed for a while. More and more gun shots and screams were heard.

"When do you think someone will stop them." I whisper, my voice hoarse from crying.

I had stop crying a little while ago. I guess I ran out of tears. I went into this mode, I think it was a mixture between shock and 'I'm going to die today.'

I think Harry was feeling the same way because he hadn't spoken to me until I asked him something. We both just stared forward.

"I don't know." He simply replies.

"How are you so calm about this?" I laugh quietly.

"I don't know," he replies again.

"Harry... I'm scared, can you talk to me?" I whine.

"What the hell do you want me to say Allison, oh we'll be fine, it's going to be okay? Well, I can't tell you that!" He snaps. "I don't know if we are going to make it out, I'm just sitting here hoping for the best. It's not like anyone fucking cared about me anyway..."

"I care about you." I whisper.

"No you don't Allison, you hate me just like everyone else." He rolls his eyes, "Not everyone can have a perfect life like you, have everything lined up for them. Perfect grades, perfect friends, perfect boyfriend," he says with sarcasm. "What's is like to have everyone like you?"

I look at him with wide eyes.

"You sure as hell don't know me if you think that's how my life is." I snap, "My mom died when I was 13, I went through depression and counciling for two years of my life. And my perfect boyfriend? Yeah, we have problems too, we aren't the model relationship everyone thinks we are. My perfect friends well you're right about that," I laugh,"but I hardly fit in. They all always had boys all over them, and I'm just here, luckily Justin has come into my life. But I'm the ugly duckling of the group and that sure as hell doesn't boast my self esteem." I breathe out and bite my bottom lip trying to hold back sobs.

"You aren't the ugly one Allison, you're beautiful." His green eyes look up at me, "I'm sorry for assuming shit."

"Your eyes are gorgeous" I blurt out, and my eyes widen.

He laughs, I feel his breath against my lips, I hadn't noticed how close we had become.

I was the first to lean in, I thought he would be startled but his lips molded perfectly with mine. I felt some sort of spark I've never experienced before.

I shouldn't be kissing him, I was suppose to hate him. And what about Justin, my boyfriend. I should have pulled away but I couldn't.

Another loud gunshot followed by footsteps ceased the kiss for me.