This is all I have typed up at this point. It's a complete work in progress. I'm really satisfied with this chapter and I hope you are too. Chapter 4 will be up soon, don't forget to review and thanks for reading!

"See you later, Adrienne." Bernie said as I walked out the door, eager to see Tate.

"Yup!." I briskly walked down the sidewalk, my dress, stuck to my legs from the sticky air as I walked. At school, I pulled aside Maggie Copler, we had been on and off friends for about 3 years. She was the most beautiful girl. Her chestnut hair flowed gracefully in a pony tail down her back. Her fair skin, sweet ivory, was hidden under her long thin dress. Freckles faintly poked out of her face, adding just a rush of beauty to her face. She was the only one I really trusted, though we didn't always see eye to eye. "Hey, have you seen Tate? He wasn't at my locker." I asked, puzzled that he hadn't met me.

"Nah I haven't, sorry, but maybe-" We froze as three gunshots rang throughout the hallway, my eyes went completely wide, I was numb. A scream was heard, and then crying. Everyone around us broke into a panic, most of them ran downstairs to try to get out. Some hid in classrooms. I felt Maggie clutch my hand, and heard Scarlet yell, "Adrienne! Maggie! Get Scott and Terry and come on!" She had Tim, and herself in the History room. Maggie and I nearly knocked everyone down as we fell through. Quietly closing the door, we all hit on the wall that was out of sight from the door's window.

"What the fuck is happening?" Scott said, his voice was quivering. Tim was holding Scarlet, as Maggie curled up next to me, tears were streaming down her porcelain face.

"He'll have to get through me before he gets to you, babe, Tim said loudly to Scarlet.

"Tim just shut the fuck up, they've got a goddamn gun, you really think you win in that situation?" Terry sounded stern, stern enough to get Tim to look away. I gently stroked Maggie's hair,

"Everything is going to be okay." I mumbled. They looked at me. I seemed unfazed. There were no tears, no trace of fear. Nothing. "Just don't make a sound." Just as I said that, the door flew open, Scarlet screeched and Maggie tried to nestle further into my arm that was wrapped around her. It was just Sweeney and Tammy.

"Thank God," I said, "do you know who got shot?" Tammy was gasping and crying, she was just a mess.

"He killed like five people in the library, he didn't see me or Tammy, we escaped as he was uh, killing them. He shot Kyle,"

"Greenwell!" I asked, horrified. Kyle was well liked around the entire school, nobody had a problem with him.

"Yeah, him." Jackson replied, struggling to push a shelf in front of the door. Scott stood up to help. Jackson motioned to Tammy to join us on the floor. "There was also Amir... Amir Stanley I think, that nerdy kid. Chloe Stapleton was the last to die, that was when we just ran."

"Wh-who else?" I stuttered.

"That emo chick, uh, Stephanie Boggs, and Kevin Gedmen. And he also shot Mr. Carmichael. It's a blood bath in there." More gunshots rang out. Loud footsteps were right outside the door. Whoever was outside knew we were in here, throwing themselves against the door, the large bookshelf fell.

"No..." Tammy said quietly. The door flew open and there the shooter was. I think, deep down, I always knew who the shooter would be. It was a gut feeling. I seemed unemotional because maybe, I just predicted that this would happen. Am I an indirect accessory to murder? Because somewhere, in the back of my mind, I knew?

There was my Tate.

There was no time to even think before several shots echoed through the room and Jackson and Scott fell over, the life slowly leaving their bodies. Nobody made a sound. We sat there, shocked, upset, disturbed. My eyes switched from Jackson, to Scott, to Tate. Jackson, a single bullet hole through his neck, his body still twitching, and then, nothing. Scott tried dragging himself over to us, but fell, defeated. I turned my head away.

"Get up," he said, pointing to Tim "now."

"No fucking way man, I-"

"Get up!" He yelled. This wasn't my Tate. There was complete fury in his eyes. He was wearing tighter fitting, black jeans, black combat boots, and a weird looking war jacket with a black t-shirt. He walked over and forcefully dragged Tim away from Scarlet, she began sobbing. Tate slid Tim a few feet away from us, and without hesitation, shot him in the head. That's when we heard the sirens blaring. Were we free? Scarlet screamed. Tate whipped around and shot her too. I felt a warm sensation on my face and touched my cheek. It was her blood. Terry and I were silent, tears were streaming down our faces. I held Maggie and gently rocked her.

"Tate," I begged, "please, stop." He looked at me, like what I just said didn't register. We stared at each other for a split second, and he whipped the gun in Terry's direction, and shot him in the chest, 3 times. He fell over, limp. I gagged when more blood splattered on me. "Maggie, darling, don't look." she was shaking furiously. "Tate!" I screamed, "What are you doing!" He didn't respond, just pointed the gun at Tammy. I started sobbing, "Tate..." I gasped out the words, "Why did they ever do to you..." I had only remember Terry and Tate being friends. And he never had a problem with Jackson or Tammy. Two shots rang out and Tammy fell next to Terry. Another splatter on my face, this time, I swear blood got in my mouth. Closing my eyes, I resisted the urge to vomit. Sometimes, I can still taste the warm, metallic liquid in my mouth.

Tate turned his head toward me, and he reached out to take Maggie. I grabbed his arm.

"Don't you touch her." I wrapped my arm around her tightly as she started yelling things, prayers maybe? He looked at me, searching for something. I stared back. Then he looked around him, at Scott, Terry, Scarlet, Tim, Jackson, and Tammy.

"I..." He cut himself off.

"Please," I pleaded, "say something." Tate's eyes snapped up to meet mine again. He squinted, as if in pain, ripped his arm from my grasp raised his gun, and with a single shot, Maggie stopped shaking, and talking, and praying, and breathing, in my arms. I tore myself away from her body, as if she were a plague. I didn't know what to even think. Was this really happening? My quiet sobs turned into screams and I buried my head into my hands. Tate reached for me. I didn't care, if he wanted to kill me, I didn't care. But instead, he lifted me up so that I was standing. My knees were shaking, I felt that they would give out at any second.

Tate wrapped his arms around me and kissed me gently on the forehead. I couldn't stop shaking, it almost looked like I was having a seizure, the shaking was so violent. He released me and pulled a rag out of his pocket, leaving to the hallway, he appeared in seconds, the rag wet. Approaching me, a single finger was put under my chin and he tilted my head to meet him. He began to wipe the blood off my face. Gently he ran the rag over my face, and I was, I guess, clean. He looked at me, his dark eyes filled with so much sadness and guilt. But also, I noticed his pupils.

"Tate... what are you on?" I asked quietly. He began to laugh. Later would I find out that the morning of school he had ingested a dangerous amount of cocaine and meth, impairing everything. Why? I'll never know.

He gently brought my face to his and he kissed me like nothing happened. The minute his lips touched mine, I blanked. He hadn't shot anyone, this wasn't happening. It was just Tate and Andrea kissing, like normal. But when he pulled away, I looked around and almost started crying again. It did happen. This was real. My boyfriend, my love, killed my friends like it was as simple as swatting a fly. But I loved him. He was my Tate.

"We have to go." He said quietly and led me out. There was the SWAT team in front of the school, but not at the back entrance. Just as we stepped out, we heard doors being busted open, and people screaming. We kissed one last time and he dashed in the direction of his house. I slowly walked back to the rickety white farmhouse that was waiting for me.

"...Bernie?" I yelled as I opened the front door.

"Adrienne? Adrienne! Jacob, it's her!" Bernie came barreling down the stairs along with her husband, both embracing me and showering me with kisses, Bernie began to cry. "I thought I had lost you."

"I'm fine, I am." I said, and I pulled away quietly and went to watch the news. I had to see how Tate was. A couple hours went by with not a lot of information about Tate. But finally around 6:30, a news flash came on. Telling us he was shot by the team, and killed. I don't remember how long I cried for, but the next day at 5:30 in the morning, I snuck out and ran to his house, clad in my pajamas. bursting through the door and seeing Constance and Addie at the table. "I have to go to his room" I said, breathlessly.

"Of course, be quick though, the police should be here again soon," Constance merely waved a hand and turned back around. Running up to Tate's room, I froze. I wasn't alone. Looking around the room though, it was empty. I knew about the few ghosts here. I knew all about this house. But I didn't expect what was about to happen. I would've changed so much about my last hours alive.

"Adrienne." A breathless whisper soared through the room. As I whipped around, Tate's arms wrapped around me. I was confused, and scared, but being in his arms was all I needed. "I love you so much." He had said as he buried his face in my hair. I was crying uncontrollably.

"But why did you..." I didn't finish.

"Tell me you love me." He demanded softly. I saw a look of conflict in his eyes.

"I love you, I love you so much Tate." he leaned down to kiss me. It was quick, unlike him. I felt his arms wrap around my neck and, snap. He let my limp, lifeless body fall to the ground. I would know, I was watching from the hallway, crying. I was gone, just like that. How could he do that? So quickly, just like my friends. How could he?