Disclaimer: I do not own High School Musical. I would say I own this plot, but it happens in real life so I guess it's safe to say I don't own it. This is a scenario that can and had happened before in real life and if a child bringing a gun to school is a touchy subject for you, then please, read at your own risk.
A/N: Okay, I know some of you who read in the Suite Life of Zack and Cody have read my story "If You Fall". I have writer's block right now with that story so I won't be updating that for a while. So I was watching Season 3 of One Tree Hill and watched the episode where a guy brings a gun to school. I decided it might make a good story line for me so that I can see exactly what I can do. I know the first chapter was a little rushed and I was just too anxious to get it up so I just wrote a little. So now, hopefully, this chapter will be a little more laid back and longer. I might actually need a few extra chapters for this kind of concept because I want to keep this story in the reality bit, and let's face it, a kid bringing a gun to school with the intention to kill and then everyone's feelings can't be resolved in a chapter, you know? So, this chapter is going to be the beginning of the East High Apocalypse.
Chapter 2 Apocalypse…Yes
6:30 AM
The alarm clock blared next to Troy Bolton's bed…again. Troy groaned and moved to turn it off, but it stopped. He opened his blue eyes and saw Ryan had turned it off. He smiled to say thank you and just lay there for a little while. They had gone out the night before and went to the mall and saw a movie and decided that Ryan would just sleep over. No sex because it's way too early, just to hang out more.
Ryan looked over at Troy, "You know…I just realized that I have no clothes over here…"
Troy smiled and looked back at Ryan, "You can wear some of my clothes today. Now come on, we got to get to school soon and I am not going in my boxers and a white shirt."
Ryan smiled at Troy, "That'd be a nice image…" Ryan said in a joking manner. He chuckled softly before he got out of Troy's bed and walked over to Troy's closet. He picked out an outfit and then went into the shower.
Troy walked over to his computer while he waited and decided to check his email. Nothing. He let out a soft sigh before he heard Ryan call for him. He made a confused face before he got up and walked into his bathroom.
"What's up?" Troy would ask.
Ryan smirked and slid the shower door open a little and looked at Troy, "Don't you need a shower too?"
Troy arched an eyebrow and crossed his arms, "I would but it's too early in our relationship to do that and who are you and what have you done with Ryan?"
Ryan chuckled, "I told you…you make me feel like I belong…therefore I act differently."
About 20 minutes later Troy and Ryan would be in Troy's red Mustang convertible on their way to East High. Little did they know what would be in store for them when they arrived. When Troy pulled into the parking lot and parked his car, Ryan's heart started to beat faster. As if on cue Troy turned to Ryan and said in a sincere voice,
"Ryan, it's okay. No one has to know about us if you don't want them to, okay?"
Ryan smiled and Troy returned the smile before they got out of the car and headed towards the front doors of East High. Chad, as usual, would be in the front playing basketball with some buddies. He noticed Troy and smiled,
"Troy, where have you been, man? I thought we were gonna cruise down the streets last night and find us some hot chicks?!"
Chad had changed over the last few months. He became more egotistic and girl-crazy. Troy just looked at Chad, disgusted that he was actually friends with this guy.
"Yeah, Chad? Well, what can I say? I guess I'm just not into being a man-whore. I was sure you'd understand. But, I guess your ego got so big there was no more room for your brain." With that said Troy walked off with Ryan into the school.
11:00 AM
All of the kids were in their third class of the day. (A/N: I dunno what the Albuquerque schooling time is, so I'm using mine and having it block scheduled.) The bell would ring and the kids would all practically stampede out of their class. In the hallway, walking as calmly as ever, would be Andrew McCallihan. His hands would rest in the pocket of his hoodie, in his hand would be a pistol. In the pistol…bullets…intended for the people around him.
Andrew walked and stopped when he saw some kids imitating him. He glared and watched them walk past him. He turned and watched them, tears starting to swell in his eyes, but he wouldn't let them go anywhere near letting loose. He pulled the gun out of his pocket and raised it at the kids and all of a sudden the hallway was filled with screams as a gunshot was heard.
Students ran everywhere, trying to avoid whoever the shooter was. Andrew quickly hid the gun and saw that he missed the kid. His lip was quivering with fear. The principal came over the intercom and told everybody to remain calm and to go into a designated lockdown area and to lock the door. Andrew saw Ryan and Troy and decided to follow them.
When they ran into a classroom, Troy locked the door and quickly sat down on the floor next to Ryan and comforted him. All of the kids in the room were frightened. Andrew would sit frightened as well, but not for the same reason.
"Why…would someone want to kill us? We're teenagers, for crying out loud. I just don't get it…" Ryan would say between tears. Andrew looked at him,
"Maybe because the people in the school hurt him…badly. Maybe he just wanted it to end and knew that the problem was them, not him." Andrew would retort.
Troy looked at Andrew, his eyes full of disgust, "It's not their fault. The only thing other people can do is say words…now whether those words ruin the person's life is up to the person. This is all on them and honestly…I hope this guy rots in Hell."
Andrew chuckled softly, "I'm already in Hell, Troy. Safe to say I'm rotting so…guess you got your wish."
Everyone looked at Andrew confusingly until he pulled out the gun. Then their eyes grew in more fear.
"Anyone leaves…they get shot by one of my friends," Andrew said.
"Andrew?" Ryan asked, tears still flowing. Andrew glared at Ryan.
"Don't even try the 'We can be friend, Andrew' approach, Ryan! It's too late for that! Especially since I'm the one with the gun!"
Ryan looked at Andrew, "But why? Why you? Why us? Why now?"
"Because you're the ones who ruined my life! Now, after this I may be remembered as a monster…but that sure as hell beats not being remembered at all! We were friends until you started hanging out with them, Ryan! You ditched me for Troy Bolton! And no one even cares when I slip in the hallway or get beat up." Andrew would reply with tears flowing down.
Troy stood up and looked at Andrew, "Andrew…you look at people and their cliques…and see how they always laugh and talk? All over the school right now it sounds quiet, but it's not. In every single student's head…they're hearing screaming. It's deafening with all of the thoughts that their minds are carrying. And the reason why you can get hurt and no one seems to care is because they're all too busy dealing with their own pain to deal with yours. Andrew…we all have our own pain to deal with. Our own problems…so do you. Bringing a gun to school only adds on to your problems."
Andrew just shook his head and looked at Troy, "No! No, your lives are perfect, Troy! You don't have to deal with what I do!"
"Ridicule? Humiliation? Loneliness? Yeah, we all do, Andrew." Ryan said, still huddled in a ball. Andrew just shook his head.
"You left me, Ryan!"
Troy rolled his eyes, "You know what, Andrew? It takes more courage to put down that gun than to use it. The hardest thing in this world is to live in it and as long as you're living, you're doing something right. We all have our own pain to deal with. You think you have it bad? Look at the little kids who get abused, look at the women who get beaten and raped everyday, look at the people who have diseases! Look at the people in other parts of the world who are having their homes blown up by terrorists! You look at them and then tell me that you holding a gun because of people calling you names is justified! Think about it, Andrew! We all have our own problems to deal with, but we're not shooting people."
Andrew started to cry more, "It just hurts…so much. It hurts to breathe…it hurts to know that I'm living…it just hurts…"
"So does a bullet, Andrew." A kid said from the wall. Andrew pointed the gun at the kid and pulled the trigger. The kids all screamed and ran to another side of the room. A girl, Alyson, was the only one standing at the door.
"Right! A thundering loony with a gun shoots a kid in here and you all run for the wall instead of the door! Dumbasses!" She then unlocked the door and ran out and down the hallways. Andrew rolled his eyes and ran out of the door as well and down the hallway, ready to shoot her. When he reached her he pointed the gun at her, ready to pull the trigger when all of a sudden, someone stepped in front of him.
Ryan Evans.
"Andrew, she's not the one you want to kill, is she? She didn't do anything to you…I did. I left you, remember? So if you're going to shoot anyone, then shoot me." Ryan would say, tears in his eyes. But instead, Andrew sobbed and turned the gun towards himself.
"I'm sorry…"
Back in the classroom, Troy would be trying to talk to all of the teens before they heard another gun shot. Troy looked around and noticed Ryan was gone.
"Ryan…" He whispered. He then ran out of the classroom and down the hallways, tears forming in his eyes, his heart beating faster and faster, a pain in his gut telling him that something was wrong. When he reached the body, he stopped, his eyes wider. Something was wrong…but not what he thought it was.
Lying there in front of a kneeling and sobbing Ryan Evans was the body of Andrew McCallihan. Troy knelt down next to Ryan and held his crying boyfriend, gently rocking him back and forth.
"It'll be okay, Ry…I promise."
So…that was Chapter 2. Hopefully it was a little longer than Chapter 1. Review, please!
