Am I......?(BxB)

Chapter 15

With everyone out, Leo, Justin, Brian, and I are left to be at the hands of Gerald, the crazed gunman that's currently holding us all hostage in our cafeteria. There's a sudden buzzing from my pocket and I look to Gerald. "My phone's ringing," I say. "May I answer it?"

"Who is it?" he asks me.

I pull out my phone and see Mark's calling. "It's my friend Mark," I say. "He's probably wondering where we all are."

Gerald thinks about it for a second. "Go ahead, but try to make it quick. Put it on speaker so I know you aren't lying."

I slide my finger across the screen and tap the speaker button. "Hey Mark," I say.

"Josh! Thank God. Where are you? Danny, Shawn, an I can't find you Leo, Brian, and Justin anywhere."

"Um...Mark? We're still in the cafeteria. The gunman's in here with us."

"Oh fuck...does he know you're on the phone with me?"

"I do," says Gerald.

Mark sucks in a sharp breath at hearing Gerald talk to him. "I'm going to call your guys' parents," he tells us. "The police are everywhere out here and I think I heard the SWAT team was on their way."

"What about the rest of the students?" Leo asks.

"The only people out here are the ones from the cafeteria. The rest are still in the school's classrooms."

"Mark, was it?" Gerald interrupts.

"Y-You're the gunman?" Mark asks.

"I prefer Gerald. You can just tell the police and everyone out there that they can get all the other students out of here. I'm staying right here with these four boys."

I hear a shuffle from the other side of the phone and Mark faint voice calling out. "This is Don Branson, the chief of the police force," says a deep voice.

"Please get us out of here..." Brian quietly says.

"We're trying," Don says. "Gerald, why don't you let these kids go? They shouldn't have to be in this kind of situation."

"No can do sir," says Gerald. "If I let them go, I'm left without leverage. Then I get hauled off to jail and that bitch of an ex-wife of mine gets my son."

"I know you're angry right now Gerald," says Don. "But we shouldn't need to endanger the lives of young ones."

"I think that's for me to decide right now." Gerald looks at me. "I'm done talking to him. Hang up."

"B-But..." I start to protest.

Gerald holds up his right arm, in his hand the gun, the barrel pointed right at me. "I. Said. Hang. Up."

My finger can't press the end call button fast enough. I slide my phone back into my pocket and look at Gerald. "Now what?" I ask.

Gerald lowers the gun. "Like I said. That's for me to decide. We're probably going to be here for awhile, so go ahead and take a seat. At separate tables though."

I look to the guys, who all move to an individual table. I sit at a table next to Leo and look to Gerald. "So...are we just supposed to sit here?"

"Pretty much," he replies.

"Can we at least use our phones?" asks Brian.

"Fat chance. One of you texting means you could be talking to one of your friends, who could be talking to the cops. So, no phones. I prefer talking anyway."