Russian Roulette

Part Two

Clare Edwards furrowed her brow and looked torwards the locker room door. She'd seen KC go in there awhile ago when she'd been out in the hall. She had yet to see him come back out.

Alli Bhandari turned her head to look at her best friend and frowned. "Clare? What's with that look on your face?"

The blue eyed girl shook herself out of her reverie at the sound of her friend's voice. "Huh?" She murmured questioningly.

"You've been staring at that door for the last ten minutes. What's going on with you?" The dark haired girl asked.

"I saw KC go in there when I was out in the hallway. He seemed...upset. And he never did come out. I think that something is wrong." Clare told her carefully, knowing what Alli was likely to say.

As was expected, the girl in question rolled her dark eyes and set her mouth in a frown. "You shouldn't care about him anymore Clare!" She said, clucking her tongue. "He dumped you for that little blonde skank. He's an insensitive little prick!"

Clare sighed and shook her head, running a hand through her long, curly locks. "I can't just stop caring about him, Alli. He's too important to me."

Alli huffed in disapproval and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring out at the floor of the gym.

Chewing her bottom lip, blue eyes nervously looking torwards the locker room door, she decided to tell Mr. Simpson about

Meanwhile, back in the locker room, KC still had the gun pointed at Coach Carson. His hand shook as the tears spilled down his face, dripping off his chin.

Coach Carson's lips twisted up into a cold, cruel grin as his eyes roved wickedly over KC's shuddering form. "See?" He said when KC had yet to fire the gun. "You're a wimp. You can't even pull the trigger. I feel so...betrayed that it's come to this. I like you better than any other of the boys. So trusting, you were so easy to manipulate. That's how I know that you won't kill me. You're too weak to think on your own."

KC closed his eyes tight as the words that he knew were true washed over him. Anyone else would've been able to stop it.

The teen closed his eyes against the words, taking in a deep breath. Every single encounter with the coach ran through his mind at a fast pace. It was so obvious when he thought about it now. Why couldn't he see it before? Why had he been so blind? His shaking fingers began to push on the trigger and he squeezed his eyes shut tighter.

Sighing, Clare stood up and began to walk over to where Mr. Simpson and Ms. Hatsilakos stood. She had a bad feeling about why KC was missing. He had been acting way too strangely when she'd seen him out in the hall, earlier. He'd apologized and yet...so many other things had seemed to be going through his mind.

Biting her lip she asked timidly, "Mr. Simpson? Ms. Hatsilakos?"

The two adults turned their heads in unison to look at her. Mr. Simpson smiled a little and asked, , shouldn't you be sitting in the stands right about now?" Then, studying her more closely he frowned. "What's going on?"

Squeezing her eyes shut, the teenage girl said, "It's KC. Something is going on with him."

At that, Ms. Hatsilakos' attention focused soley on her. "What do you mean that something's going on with him? Is he sick? Is that why he's not out here?"

Clare shook her head, long, light brown hair falling around her face. "No. No. He's not sick. Not exactly." She swallowed hard. "Earlier, out in the hallway when I went to the bathroom, I saw him. He was acting really, really weird and he went into the locker room and he never came back out."

The two adults shared a look before racing torwards the door to the boy's lockerroom, Clare following closely behind. She glanced torwards the bleachers where her best friend sat and Alli jumped down from the bleachers as well and started after her. Just as Ms. Hatsilakos stepped forward to open the door, they heard a shot ring out.

To be continued...

The last part: Did KC shoot Coach Carson, what will he tell Clare, Alli, Mr. Simpson, and Ms. Hatsilakos?