Disclaimer- I do not own Andrew! If I did that would be awesome, but sadly I don't. I do however own Brooke and David! Enjoy~

David looked around the empty classroom as he crept in. "Only one chance..." he said. He silently tip-toed over to a computer table. His heart raced as he took of his book bag. He opened it to uncover a bomb. David smiled. "This will teach 'em" he mumbled, taking it out. He looked around again then looked at his watch. "7.15 am," he nodded. "Right on time,"

He set the bomb to go off at eight o'clock then latched it to the bottom of the table. "4 down, zero to go," he smiled. Then something caught his eye.

He looked up to see his ex-girlfriend, Brooke. "What are you doing? She asked.

"Blowing this stupid school to pieces!" David grinned.

"Please don't do this! Please!" Brooke shook her head.

"Why not? You think you can stop me?"

"Because! Do you know what will happen if you go through with this?"

"I don't care! Look, at 7:45, people are gonna start coming to class. At 8, this place is gonna go boom! Got it?"

"What? Innocent people will die!"

"Too bad! Do you think I care?"

"Please don't!" Brooke cried.

David pulled out a gun and pointed it at her. "Shut up! Just shut up!" he angrily yelled.

Brooke's face went pale. "Okay..." she whispered.

David rushed over to her. "You leave this room and your dead! Got it?" he explained.

Brooke nodded, not saying a word.

David pushed her over. "Good," he grinned. He walked out of the classroom and looked her in. "See ya!" he laughed, walking away.

Brooke looked out the door window and watched David leave. Her heart started racing. "Oh my God! What am I going to do?" she said, panicked. She looked up. "Please God help me!" she pleaded. "Tell me what to do!" she quickly looked around the classroom. Scrambling, she finally found the fire alarm. She looked at the clock on the wall, desperately. It was seven-thirty. Students would start arriving any minute. Brooke took a deep breath and pulled the alarm.

The alarm echoed across the whole campus. Students and teachers ran away from the school.

Brooke sighed. "Please keep them safe," she said. Then, another thought came to her mind. "How am I going to get out of here?" she asked herself. She ran over to the door and tried to get it open. "There's no way out," she said, shaking. Brooke looked at the walls, only to find no windows. She pounded on the door, trying to break the glass. "Please help me!" she cried. "Someone please!"

Outside the door stood Andrew, an angel of death. He wasn't visible in his angel state, as he was now. He stood there watching Brooke. He let out a sigh. "It's almost over Brooke, don't worry..." he whispered.

Brooke fell to the ground, a couple minutes later. Tears streamed down her face. She looked over at the clock. "7:50," she sighed. "It's almost over... I'm going to die..."

Andrew walked through the door and sat down beside Brooke. He put an arm around her. "It's okay Brooke," he whispered to her.

Brooke suddenly felt safe. She looked around but saw no one.

Andrew looked at the clock. "7:51," he said, taking a deep breath. He looked at Brooke. "Are you ready?" he asked.

Brooke closed her eyes and when she opened them, she saw a man standing in front of her. Andrew was in his human body and visible. "Who are you?" She asked, jumping away.

"My name's Andrew," he answered.

"You're the angel of death, aren't you?" Brooke asked. Andrew could see pain and innocence in her eyes. He liked being an angel of death, but taking kids... it just killed him. "Yeah..." he whispered.

"I'm ready..." she tearfully said. "Please forgive me for all I've done wrong..."

Andrew looked at the clock. "7:59," he noted. He looked down at her. "It's time to go Home," He gave her a tight hug. As soon as the clock hit eight o'clock the bomb went off and everything went quiet.