Oh God. You all are going to kill me for this chapter but I will make up for it! Just forgive me ahead of time, okay? I'm really, really sorry!

Dylan still leaned in and kissed her after my large reaction. Who the hell did that boy think he was. Ella, though, avoided the kiss and flopped off his lap onto the ground, looking utterly terrified, more so then before.

"I swear we weren't doing anything too bad!" Ella exclaimed.

I pointed to his missing shirt.

"Well you see-"

"And the fact you were removing yours when I walked in?" I asked.

"Oh, I couldn't do too much in here anyway! It's a Janitor's closet for crying out loud!" Ella argued.

"I'm so sure." I yelled, "And what happened to 'He's a dickhead!' He cheated on you, you idiot!" I screamed.

"I forgive him! You may not, but I do!" She yelled back.

"You're right." I said, "I don't." I stormed off and didn't look back until I got to Study Hall.

"Shit..." I muttered.

"Shit, what?" Sam asked, jogging up to me.

"I didn't peeeeee!" I whined.

"Um... Sounds like a personal problem." Sam said, and I laughed. We both sat down and exchanged homework, trying to work our hardest problems first. I heard the teenager's scream/squeals again and groaned.

"I'm so sick of them being so happy and giddy all the time." I muttered as Sam looked over my shoulder with a look of horror.

"Oh, what now?" I sighed. Standing up, I spun around and saw ten feet away, a man, with a ski mask on. Jeb. It had to be

He was dressed in his orange jump suit, which let me know he escaped, and he was running towards me.

"Does he not have anything better to do with his life?" I said, trying to make myself stop shaking with fear.

"Max, what are you doing?" Sam asked.

"What do you mean?" I responded.

"Max, he's armed! We have to run!" He grabbed my arm and began to drag me away, sprinting. Suddenly, I heard a BANG! but I didn't feel anything.

He missed, I sighed. I knew Sam must have noticed how bad of a shot he was, because he slowed his running, in fact he slowed to a stop. Turning around to see Sam drop to the ground.

"Sam?!" I screamed, dropping to my knees next to him.

I looked over my shoulder to see Jeb getting closer. He was reloading the gun when I noticed teachers filing out of their halls and running at him. Some were coaches, armed with bats and such, others with bare fists. Either way, I didn't care. I was more worried with Sam.

"Sam, where'd you get shot?" I searched, feeling my heart miss several beats. My hands were shaking, and I felt like I was going to pass out.

I looked him over and noticed his back was covered in blood.

"It's alright." I soothed, "It's alright! You're going to be fine! You can't die! You can't!"

"Hey, Max." He breathed.

"Yes?" I muttered.

"Is this a bad time?" He said.

"F-For what?" I cried.

"Will you go out with me?" He asked, his eyes slowly shutting and opening.

I cried and fell on his shoulder.

"Of course, you big dumby!" I sobbed, "I-I love you!"

He moved forward and groaned, and he kissed me, very softly, then fell back. His eyes fluttering shut. He was gone. And I felt like I was gone too, my heart shattering. I trembled and sobbed harder, I felt like someone had hit me as hard as they could in the heart. Like I would never be whole again. He was all I'd ever want. He and I had something more then others. It was real love... And I could never experience it again.

Two minutes passed and I looked as I heard ambulance sirens and two guys with a stretcher ran in. I looked up at their faces, and recognized them. They were from the same Drama class Sam was in.

"Wait..." I said, "What?" I exclaimed.

Sam suddenly sat up, "I love you too!" He chuckled.

"Oh my God!" I shrieked, "What the hell?!"

"It was my Drama class's idea. Were all really close. By the way, I owe you a hundred dollars, I was really expecting a no at the moment."

"You can expect yourself and effing no now! Your hundred dollars will be on your desk tomorrow morning, bitch ass!"

He hopped off the stretcher and blocked my stomping-away space. He then leaned over and kissed me. My heart that had broken the moment before slowly mended, and the part I felt missing after he left me, came back.

"God dammit. Yes I'll go out with you." I said, pulling away.

"Aww, yeah!" He smiled.

We embraced for a few moments until I finally turned to him with a devious look spreading across my face. I laughed, slowly to myself.

"What?" He asked.

"You know I have to get you back for this, right?" I laughed.

"Anything but break up with me, because I just got you back." He smiled.

Now before you all go, "Seriously? I wanted some FAX all up in here!" or "What?! They should've stayed broken up." Just you wait... I don't know what you're waiting for myself... But ideas will come...

Woah... Realization... Two characters rebounded in one day... Holy...