My version of the events of the school shooting in season 3. This is my first OTH fanfiction!
Jimmy held up the gun as Brooke put a hand on Peyton's arm as they both saw the horrifying scene playing out in front of them in the school corridor. Brooke wanted to run. She wanted to scream to tell Peyton to move but she seemed frozen in time. Until the shot went off, deafening her ears. Peyton and Brooke hit the floor as everyone else ran off screaming. In the chaos Peyton ran out of the school building as fast as she could go, pulling Brooke behind her, yanking her arm. "Brooke!" Peyton yelled as her hand got torn from her grasp. But she couldn't turn around, the tide of people running from the school was too great. Before she knew it she was on the pavement outside.
"Brooke!" Peyton yelled again. "Brooke!" She ran towards the school against the rushing crowd when she felt someone pulling her arm.
"Peyton. Peyton! What's going on?" Lucas said turning her to face him.
"Someone has a gun in the school!" Peyton burst out. "A shot went out and I lost Brooke, I think she's still in there, I'm really worried about her."
"She's still in there?" Lucas shouted with urgency, gripping hold of her arms painfully tightly.
"I think so," Peyton said in a tearful voice. Lucas let go of her arms and ran towards the school. "Lucas! Lucas Scott get your ass back here!" But all of Peyton's shouting was in vain. He ran away from her, following Nathan back into the school. Peyton watched in stunned silence as the two Scott boys ran away from her. Going after the women they loved. Peyton watched with tears in her eyes as everyone who mattered in her world was trapped in a building with an unstable boy who had a gun. Who knew what could happen?
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