Don't Play With Me // A Zendaya {and Justin Bieber} Fanfiction

Five

*Shooter's POV*

I noticed she kept looking behind her. Being the smart person that I am, I knew she was planning to make a run for it. 

As soon as she turns around to run, I'll aim and fire.

This was it. She just started running, I lifted up the gun and aimed for her leg. As the bullet pierced through her right calf, she drop straight on the ground.

*Bella's POV*

BANG

Oh shit, another gunshot. Please, please, don't make it be Z. It's been like 10 minutes...WHERE IS SHE? I'm starting to get worried. Please hope she's ok...please.

I'm really bleeding out. I know for sure I won't make it out. My breathing is starting to slow down and it's really hard to keep my eyes open. 

"If I don't make it...to my family, I love you. to my friends, I love you. Z, I love you and I hope you're ok." I said to myself. Tears started to slide down my cheeks, onto the ground. 

I held tightly onto Z's jacket she tied around my leg and that was it, it was the end for me.

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