All Lights On Us

C18: Gotcha

Bishop POV

"Stop right there," Klara yelled and raised her gun.

I rush over to her and place my hand on her uppers stomach to prevent her from walking closer to him with the gun. I'm not dumb enough to step in front of her aim though, and her barrel stays pointed at Brandon, who raises his hands and looks at Klara like she's crazy.

"What the hell, Klat? Put that thing away, you tryin' to kill me?" 

"Klara, put the gun down. I asked him here."

Klara's accusing gaze strikes me and I take a step back, noticing that she doesn't lower the gun I gave her.

"You invited him here? What is going on?" Klara's eyes dart back and forth between Brandon and I.

My jaw clenches. She's having a moment of distrust towards me and it just makes me want to remind her of who we are together. It also makes me want to fuck her, oddly enough. 

"To ask him questions. Now put the fucking gun down." I hardened my voice and she listened – pointing the gun down but not tucking it back into her pants.

Brandon continues his walk toward us and stops when he's at a comfortable distance from us both. I warned him to keep his distance from Klara, but I also told him if he cooperated, I would see about helping him get back on the team. 

"Listen, if this is about those pictures," Brandon started but stopped in fear when Klara sprung the gun back up dead-aimed at face.

"Jesus, Klara." 

I shake my head at her. She's a mess right now, and I can't blame her. She's been through a whole hell of a lot, and I'm not exactly doing a great job at lowering her stress. 

"So it was you! You no good bastard!" She stepped closer to Brandon, shoving the shaking gun in his face. 

"You psycho-bitch, get that thing out of my face before you kill me!"

"Klara, everybody on the football team was sent the photos."

Her head slowly turns to me, and I think about the head-spinning scene in the exorcist. Shit, she looks mad. 

"Everyone?" She asked more than a little crazy. 

I slightly hesitate before nodding. She lowers her gun but raises her face to the sky. Curses, pleas, and "whys?" leave her mouth and shoot up towards the moon. Brandon and I exchange a look. His saying can I get the fuck out of here and mine warning him not to move. The string of words flying from her mouth stop abruptly and her gaze snaps to me once more.

"You knew." She stated in accusation.

"I didn't want you to know if you didn't have to," I take a step toward her but she backs up the same length.

"I'm in the photos too, Bishop." She started to yell. "You don't get to decide what I do and do not get to know. Brandon's not even on the football team, why would he get them?"

This woman makes it damn near impossible to save her ass from emotional suicide. She only just started getting comfortable around the guys, and this is definitely going to set that progress back. 

"Well, I'm assuming it's someone on the team. Sadly, no one really sees Brandon as not being a part of the team." I shrugged and ignored Brandon when he protested.

Klara rolls her eyes at me. Brandon sighs. 

"You said I could help with all of this. Can we just get to the point, please?"