This was a prompt for "As Long As You're There" collection of fics, but I decided to make it a separate story. It will probably be 2-3 chapters long.

Ryder's POV

I texted her again and still no reply. I really needed to know who this Katie person is—it is driving me insane. I can't believe I let this happen. This person could tell everyone the secret I told her and I don't know if I will ever live that down.

For so long I haven't trusted girls—because of that secret and now everyone is going to know about it. I can't believe how stupid I am.

I asked Jake and Marley if it was them and of course not—it was stupid to even think it was one of them. It would be stupid for me to believe it was anyone in this Choir room. They are my friends and they would never do something like that to me.

I guess I am not just mad that I was played like that—catfished as that girl Marissa calls it—it was the fact that I was falling in love with this girl. That I thought there was someone out there that really liked me; I think it was a way of getting over Marley.

I hate the fact that she chose Jake and even after I kissed her and on Valentines Day and all the stuff I did when we were doing Grease. I guess I can't get over that Marley only sees me as a good friend. I mean, I'm glad we're friends and all—and I am glad Jake and I are cool too even though we both like Marley, I just wish the roles were reversed.

I can't help that I love her. I do and I would do anything for her.

Marley, Jake, and I were heading to the Choir room for practice when I stopped by my locker to pick up a few things. I had my headphones in my ears at the time, so I didn't hear what Jake had said before I let them go ahead—it probably wasn't important.

I took them out when I got to my locker and grabbed my math and science textbooks. I had a tutoring session after school today, so I needed them. Then I was turned to walk back to the Choir room and join the others.

Then I heard the gunshot. I dropped one of my textbooks and froze. And then the second one went off.

Oh my god—I knew that was gun and I had to get out of here. I ran the other way and tried to get into a couple classroom—even banged on the door, but nobody would let me in.

I heard a third gunshot then.

It sounded closer to me—the shooter is close to where I am. I need to hide. I stopped trying the classroom doors because I knew that no one was going to let me in—I mean, I could be the shooter for all they knew.

A fourth gunshot and that was when I ran into the boy's bathroom. I was going to hide in a stall, but saw a door and went through it—full of the janitor's stuff. I hid in there—maybe the shooter wouldn't find me. I heard someone kick the bathroom door open and I stopped myself from breathing heavily—I didn't want him to hear me.

Please don't find me. Please don't find me. Please don't find me.

I heard the stalls of the bathroom doors being kicked open. I heard the footsteps of the shooter coming closer and I made sure to be as quiet as possible. Don't come in here. Please, don't. I prayed mentally.

Then they stopped and I sighed—I heard the door open and close and I knew the shooter had left. I sighed heavily in relief. Thank god.

I waited a minute before I got up and slowly opened the door and looked around in the bathroom—nothing but empty stalls. Thank god.

I slowly opened the door and went out the bathroom door. I turned the corner only to be faced with gun at my head.

Then the fifth gunshot went off and I blacked out.

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