Jeff didn't want to stay in the room any longer. He couldn't stop thinking about how Thad's cold, lifeless body was lying only five feet away from him.
If only he hadn't tried to save Landon from those shooters, Jeff thought. He knew that what he just thought was cruel, but Thad had been one of his best friends.
Next to Thad was Landon Baker, who was the only person who the shooters targeted. They had shot Landon, but Thad jumped in a little late and was shot too. Trent freaked out. When he couldn't shut up, like the shooter wanted him to, he was shot. Fortunately, it was only in the shoulder.
Jeff looked over to where Trent was, surrounded by David, Wes, and Michael. Trent was still pale. David pressed the bloody rag on Trent's gun wound, which was still leaking a little blood, even after an hour and a half.
Building F was really quiet. The three latest gun shots that were really close to the building still rang in everyone's ears.
"Where are the cops? It's been nearly four hours. Surely someone had called them by now." David said.
"Does anyone have a phone?" Michael quietly asked to everyone in the classroom. All the got in response were blank stares.
"No use in calling from campus phones," Mr. Lakewood said when Wes pointed out the phone in the wall next to the SmartBoard. "The lines are dead."
"Well then what the hell are we suppose to do?" Michael grumbled. "Sit here and do nothing while other people are getting killed?"
"Yes, that's what we're supposed to do to keep the rest of you safe. Now be quiet."
"But—"
"Michael, there's nothing we can do from here."
"How would you know?" Jeff said.
"Jeff, shut your mouth. All you need to shut your mouths. I'm saving your lives right now!"
"And we can save more!"
"Jeff—"
"Look, I just watched one of my best friends die. I don't know where Blaine, Nick, and Kurt are, but they're somewhere out there, alive or dead. I don't want to wake up someday and dress in black for their funerals. We could do something to stop this now. We could save people's lives! And we can't let those guys get away with this."
"What did you have in mind?" Trent weakly asked.
Two more gunshots sounded.
"Who's next?" Rafael growled playfully as Samuel Locker slumped onto the floor with his last breath, becoming drenched in his own blood from his two fresh gun shot wounds.
Three freshman day students whimpered from the corner of the room. A Junior boarder kept his eyes on Samuel's dead body, his heart racing.
"Guys," Dom said in the earpiece.
"What?" Rafael and Steel both answered into their wrists.
"Two students are on the move—one black with a blazer and one white blonde without one. They're… I think they're emerging out of Building F."
"Let's go check it out, Raff." Steel said.
"Stupid bastards think they can sneak around…" Raff mumbled as he pivoted on his heel and strode out the room, Steel following.
Jeff and David quickened their pace as they exited the southwest entrance of Building F. Brennan Hall was directly up ahead. Jeff trotted out a little bit farther from the door and looked to his left at Building E. No one was there. Jeff looked to his right, towards the courtyard and Thornewood hall. He stifled a gasp and stumbled back into the shadows by the door. The courtyard was littered with dead security guards. Blood coated the cobblestones, and there were at least fourteen bodies.
"Holy shit." David whispered.
"We gotta—we gotta, oh my God. David, David lets go. W-we got to get out of here." Jeff said, tugging on David's arm.
David reluctantly followed Jeff into the fading daylight.
" I wonder where the shooters are." David whispered, his heart beating faster with every step.
There were was nothing to hide behind, so the boys were totally exposed. There were trees, but they were so thin, they provided little to no protection from watching eyes.
"Oh my God…" Blaine whispered. "Oh my God, those fucking IDIOTS!"
Blaine tore himself away from the window and headed for the door. He could not believe that Jeff and David were out there out in the open, walking to their dorm building. "They're gonna get themselves killed."
"What's going on Blaine?" Kurt asked, following Blaine to the door.
"I'll be right back—"
"Blaine! What did you see?" Kurt pressed, grabbing Blaine's arm and yanking him around to face him.
"David and Jeff are out there."
"What are they doing?"
"They're going to Brennan for God knows what."
Andy got up from his chair, gripping his gun. "We have to go out there—"
Blaine shook his head. "No. I'll go out there—"
"No, Blaine, please," Kurt said, gripping Blaine's arm tighter.
"Yeah, Blaine. You're a target. Let one of us go." Andy said, gesturing to Nick and himself.
"Well I'm gonna die anyway, so I'll spare you your lives." Blaine opened the door.
"Blaine, you are staying in this classroom." Rackson said, pushing the door closed.
"Blaine, please stay here with me." Kurt whispered, his hand gripping Blaine's wrist.
"Kurt, I—"
"You guys!" Porter Marvick called from the window. Everyone turned to him.
Porter and Connor Dayson were looking out the window through the blinds. They both looked at Blaine with everyone with wide eyes.
I just wanted to shed a light on what was happening with Michael, Wes, Jeff, and David because I realized that none of them were mentioned in a long time. It's like I was neglecting the rest of my children, even though I don't own Jeff, David, and Wes. I also wrote it because I was on Writer's Block, and I had to write something to keep things moving.
R&R please!