Rating: T

Summary: A shooting at Tree Hill High

Warnings: Uber-angsty. Also deals with teen suicide, possible character death, and weapons in schools.

Pairings: Likely Brooke/Haley and Peyton/Mouth. But idk.

Shall we then?

"This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening." Haley James repeated over and over to herself. She was squated in the corner of one of Tree Hill High's famous broom closets, holding her knees to her chest and rocking back and forth. Tears streaked her normally glowing cheeks and her voice shook with fright. Squinting through the darkness she could make out the shape of Brooke Davis, captain of the cheerleading squad, and most beautiful/popular girl in Tree Hill pacing back and forth.

Haley didn't know how long they had been stuck in the closet. All she knew was that one minute she had been walking down the science hall on her way to chem lab, and the next a teacher was rushing by and talking about some one bringing a gun to school. Mr Kesslar, the teacher, had told her and the nearest couple of students to go hide in the closet, and stay there until he came and got them.

Haley was terrified and rushed into the farthest corner the second they were confusingly ushered into the utillity closet. They being herself, Brooke Davis, Peyton Saywer, Nathan Scott, and a guy everyone referred to as Mouth. Haley didn't really know any of them personally, accept for Peyton who she'd spoked to a few times, and Mouth who was, like herself, somewhat of a nerd.

"This is ridiculous!" Brooke said in a frustrated whisper causing all of them to jump out of their skins. (not literally of course!) "Just becuase some psycho with issues who can't cut himself to Dashboard Confessional like the rest of his loser friends to deal with his problems, brings a gun to school, I have to be locked in this musty old closet!" Haley couldn't believe her ears.

"People could die, Brooke." She said incredouslely, wondering where her sudden courage came from. "People could die, and you're worried about a few wasted hours in a closet?" She scoffed and shook her head. She couldn't see through the dim of the closet, but she was 90 posotive she was recieving the famous "Brooke Davis Death Glare" right about now.

"I don't remember asking for you opinion, Tutor Girl." Brooke said, taking a seat in between a petrified Peyton and a shaking Mouth.

"Shut up, Brooke." Nathan said. Haley couldn't believe it. Had Boy Toy Nathan Scott just come to her defense? What was the world coming to? "And it's not some emo loser." She said recieving a defensive 'hey!' from Peyton. "It's Tim."

Haley, and she was sure everyone else's eyes flew open in shock.

"WHAT!" They all whipered simultaniously.

Nathan looked from one disbelieving face to the other, before continueing. "I don't know that it' him for sure. But I'd bet my basketball shoes on it. I mean, he was talking about doing something drastic after Bevin refused to go out with him. (Authors Note: Just random people from the show. I don't really know Tim or Bevin's characters.) And who else do you know that's stupid enough to bring a fire arm to school?"

This statement recieved nods from everyone, along with mumbled "Yeah Trues" from Brooke and Peyton.

"I just hope he doesn't do anything he's gonna regret." Mouth said cracking his knuckles nervously.

"I'm pretty sure it's too late for that." Haley said standing up and moving over, to press her ear to the door, listening for any sound of movement. "I don't hear anything. I bet if we hurried, we could make a dash for the front doors and get out of here."

"Uh, no way Tutor Girl. I'm not risking my life." Brooke said sighing and shaking her head. "Nooooo way!"

"I'll go." Nathan said standing up.

"Nate, no way!" Peyton said standing too and grabbing his hand. "You can't be serious."

He just gave her a serious look and shrugged his shoulders, moving past her and putting his hand over the door handle. The entire group took in a single breath and held it, not knowing what to expect. Nathan turned the handle and slowly pushed the door open, sticking his head out and looking both ways. Ever so slowly he moved further out into the hallway and closed the door behind him, securing the others safely into the closet. For at least three minutes, no one moved.

"He had to have made it." Mouth said startling the three girls, and causing them all to jump again. He was cut off however by the thing they had all feared most...

...gunshots.

Authors Note: Haha, okay I know I just started 'Best Friends' but I was inspired to write this today. So give me some feed back. Was it good? Should I continue? Was it bad? Should I delete it?

-Aly