NB : Here's the ninth chapter with Andy's POV. I plan to finish this story in two more chapters. Can't believe we're almost there. Anyways. I'm glad you're enjoying the story. Don't hesitate to write reviews, it's always great to have a feedback.

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Andy's POV

Andy already knew where Allison was. Because he had been watching her more often than what he would care to admit -not in a stalker way, of course. He knew she didn't have any class during that period and that she was probably in the art room. Alone. Thinking of her being alone at a time like this made his heart ache. He promised himself it would be over soon. He was never going to let her out of his sight again. He would be with her at any time. She would even be tired of him being always with her. He will make her miss her own solitude. That was a promise.

Then, passing by Allison's locker, he stopped, his heart pounding in his chest.

What if she had been hurt already? What if she had been… shot?

No. It wasn't possible. Allison was alright. Probably scared, but alright. There were no other option. She had to make it. She couldn't miss the moment he started thinking by himself, right?

He wondered if Claire had found Bender already. He hoped so. Bender was a jerk, right, but that jerk was his friend nonetheless. He hoped Brian was doing fine. He was probably hidden under a table right now. He was the most sensible of them, he would know how to stay out of trouble.

And his mind drove him back to Allison.

He was so grateful to have met her. She looked past the sporto to see who he really was. He loved her challenging tone and her humor. He loved the way she dreamt and all the things she wanted to do. He loved how fragile she was once her walls were breaking down. He even loved her dark clothes.

He chuckled.

Truth, he had been stunned by how cute she had looked after Claire's makeover. But he had known it wasn't truly her. And he didn't want her to change.

Quickly, he climbed up the stairs to get to the first floor. He stood still for a moment. Not even a sound.

He wondered where the shooter was by now. He wondered why the police was not here yet.

At the end of the hallway, he could see the library's door. Ajar. Bender and Claire were probably already there and they had forgotten to close it…

Andy chose to ignore the bad feeling twisting in his stomach.

He tried to see inside the art class but it was too dark. Holding his breath, he pushed the door and entered the room.

At first, he did see nothing and no one. Then, he heard a gasp. He smiled with relief.

"Allison?" he said.

He saw someone moving next to the desk but nothing else. Maybe she was hurt?

"Why are you here, Sporto?"

He could have smiled as he was so happy to hear her voice. He probably did smile anyway, even if Allison's voice didn't sound that friendly. He deserved that.

He closed the door behind him and came closer. He knelt in front of her. She was looking at him right in the eyes. How he had missed those smoky eyes!

He wanted to touch her bad, to make sure she was okay, but she wouldn't have allowed him. He knew that.

"I came for you." He replied finally.

It took him several weeks and a shooting at school to know what and who he truly wanted. He had wasted so much time. But he will make her understand. He will make her believe him. But maybe here and now was not exactly the right time.

She frowned.

"I'm here for you, Allison."

He really wanted her to believe him. He needed her to believe him.

A few seconds later, he was hugging a crying Allison against his chest.

Finally, he grabbed her hand. She looked at him, puzzled.

"Let's go." He said. "Let's not stay here."

After a second, much to his relief, she nodded.

To Be Continued...