The song is Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots.

Sorry if this chapter is really short........ I hope you all enjoy it!

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He rose his hand up as if he was going to slap me across the face, but an alarming sound interrupted his action. Both Zeke and I froze in our position, his hand a mere inch away from my cheek. Our eyes immediately locked as we listened to the alarm that was going off.

"Attention students and teachers! Seaside High is going under lock down. Please lock all the doors and stay in your classrooms. If you aren't in a room, please get to the closest classroom immediately." a voice over the speaker announced.

My heart started beating even faster than it already was. You know that moment when you're so terrified that you feel nauseous and your whole body becomes numb? Well that's how I feel right now.

Zeke and I just stared at each other in pure shock, not knowing what to do. I don't want to die. I'm too young to die! I haven't had my first kiss yet, I haven't finished my Wattpad story, I haven't had dinner yet, and many other things I haven't done yet that I would love to be able to do or new things I'd like to try.

What about my father? If I died, he would have no one left. My grandparents all died because of lung cancer and my aunts and uncles don't live near here. I don't want to leave him. He's already gone through the trouble of my mom and brother leaving him, I just don't want him to be alone. I'm the one who's there for him.

I kept him from drinking when he was depressed and I helped him quit smoking a couple years ago, which he could easily become addicted again.

Both Zeke and I jumped at the sudden loud noise. I saw fear flash across Zeke's dark eyes.

He stepped back and grabbed my hand in his. Even though this was a matter between life and death, I couldn't help but feel how foreign it was to feel my hand touching Zeke's. It sent shivers down my spine. I quickly shook that thought away as he began speaking, "We need to find somewhere to hide, quick." His voice was laced with worry and fear. I nodded, still in shock that this was actually happening.

He pulled me down the hallway away from the shooting. We went to every single door, trying to find one that wasn't locked. "Come on." Zeke panicked as he attempted to open the last door in this hallway.

The shooting noises started to get closer and so did the footsteps. It sounded like it was more than one person. My poor heart started beating even faster. Faster than it has ever beaten my whole life.

Come on Val, think!!!

Suddenly an idea popped in my head. I quickly took down my messy bun. "Look, this is a matter between life and death. You don't need to mess with your hair right now, freak." he stated harshly.

I rolled my eyes. I took the bobby pin that I used to support my bun and stuck it in the door knob. I jiggled it and the door finally unlocked. My eyes widened in surprise. I didn't think that that would actually work. I thought only works in books and movies. 

I pushed the door open and we scrambled inside, closing the door behind us. I looked around to see if there was anything we could use to block the door.

We were in a Culinary Arts classroom. What are the odds of ending up in here? Tables were lined up in four rows, facing a white board and a large, rectangular desk. The room was dark because all of the lights were off and I am pretty sure we won't be turning them on any time soon.

"Come help me." Zeke ordered as he walked over to the tables and started pushing them towards the door. "Since we can't lock the door, we will just have to block it off with a whole bunch of tables."

I didn't say anything, still shocked and scared about this situation, and went over to help him. We both pushed the tables in front of the door and stacked some on top of each other to build more weight. We also placed some chairs there too along with heavy objects all around the room.

After blocking the door, we searched of a place where we can hide just in case someone manages to break through our barrier. We went over to the teacher's desk. The front of the desk was blocked off, so you couldn't see under it which was perfect in our case.

Zeke knelt down on the floor and crawled under the desk. I just stood there like an idiot who didn't know what to do. If I went under there too, Zeke and I would be so close to each other. I would feel very uncomfortable in that situation since Zeke and I are enemies.

"Are you just going to stand there like a freak or are you going to come down here like a sane person and live?" he asked.

I was hesitant at first, but then I bent down and crawled under the desk. When I was sheltered by the desk, I sat down on my butt and brought my knees up to my chest. We both were completely silent as we heard a couple more gunshots from the other side of the building.

What would happen if they find us? What if they shoot us and we die. I'm not ready to die! Like I've said before, I need to finish my Wattpad story!

My mind soon drifted off to my father. I may not see him ever again. I can't just leave him like my mom and brother. I felt something wet land on my hand. I looked down and saw another droplet land on it. I reached up and ran my finger across my cheek.

It was then that I realized that I was crying. And I couldn't get them to stop. They just came out even faster. I suppressed a quiet sob and hid my face so that Zeke couldn't see me in this vulnerable state.

"Are you crying?" his voice was barely above a whisper, but it held an emotion I couldn't decipher.

I sniffled and quickly rubbed my eyes with the sleeve of my hoodie. "No." I replied a little too quickly.

I was about to cover up my face again, but I felt a strong hand firmly grip my chin and force it to the left. Zeke stared at me as he studied my red puffy eyes. I kept my eyes down at my fiddling fingers. I was waiting for him to make fun of me or make some snide remark, but it never came.

Confused, I glanced up at him. My brown orbs met with his dark ones. I felt a shiver go down my spine as we just stared at each other. I felt this really peculiar pull, but I can't really describe it.

He removed his hand from my chin and brought it back down to his side, but his eyes never left mine. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. Not wanting to feel this really weird pull anymore, I looked away. I could feel my cheeks heating up but it quickly cooled down when I realized what was happening.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Another gunshot sounded throughout the building, causing me to jump a little. This time it was a lot closer than before, but still quite a ways away.

"Do you think the police have been informed about this?" I asked, fear laced in my tone.

Two more gunshots echoed causing a yelp to escape from my throat. More tears rolled down my cheek as I grew more scared. An arm snake around my waist and I felt myself being pulled into Zeke's body.

He pulled my closer to him and I buried my face into his chest. "Are we going to be safe?" My voice is muffled by the fabric of his leather jacket.

"I don't know...." His voice is low. It's so weird hearing him speak like this. His words weren't full of disgust, hate, or venom. Instead it was filled with worry and fear. It was then that I realized how soothing and calming his voice really is.

I actually felt shivers as he spoke. When he spoke, I felt the vibration in his chest where my ear was.

He started rubbing circles on my back with his hand. I started to forget everything that he's done to me. I almost forgot the fact that we were enemies. It felt like we've been friends this whole time.

But I could still hear a voice in my head, warning me that he's bad and he's only being nice because of the situation we were in. And because of that line of reasoning, it kept me on edge. I knew that I'm only feeling this way because he's nice.

That part of me started taking control of my whole body and I felt the sudden urge to pull away and pretend I never cuddled with Zeke.

I tried to pull away from Zeke. And when I mean tried, I literally meant tried. His hold was a little too tight for my liking. I tried getting out of his grip, but it was no use. I already knew he was smirking without even having to turn around and look at him. 

I angrily reached up and slapped him across the face. His hands immediately retracted from me as he cupped his cheek. "What the hell, Valentina?" He shouted at me. I cringed at how loud he was. Someone in China could've probably heard him. But what caught my attention was the fact that he actually called me by my first name. He either calls me freak or Harper, but never Valentina. 

"You were harassing me." I retorted angrily. I scooted as far away from him as possible. I had my back pressed up against the side of the desk, the side farthest away from Zeke, and had my knees up against my chest so that my legs wouldn't be near Zeke.

"Harassing you?" he laughed humorlessly. "You think I was harassing you? First of all, I was just trying to be nice and-."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, but when I was trying to move away, you kept holding me against my will." I shot back.

He ignored what I said and continued, "and second of all, why would I want to harass you? You're you. I've seen a lot of hotter girls than you. You're so plain and boring and nerdy. Like a freak. I have a girlfriend who happens to be a sexy and model-like, so why the hell would I want to have any kind of intimate contact with you? Like I said before, I was just trying to be nice. But I guess you don't give a shit so I might as well be my normal self if that's what you want."

I could feel my woman self-esteem lower. I shake my head and fight the tears that were threatening to fall. He may have called me freak before and some other terrible things, but he's never called me ugly or compared me to other girls. And I must admit, it isn't a very pleasing feeling when you get compared to people who are better than you. 

I can't let his words hurt me. I don't get it. They've never hurt me before. But why now? I narrow my eyes at him and clear my throat.

"Well you're no perfect either. You're as ugly as shit. You bully me everyday. You never stop bothering me. I don't get why you think its funny because it's not. What do you have to gain from this? Besides showing everyone how much of an ass you really are. Sometimes your words hurt like hell, but I manage to get through it because I've suffered worse. Why don't you just pick on someone who's worth picking on, because I'm through with you shit." I yelled at him. I probably should've been a little quieter, but I just wanted to prove a point.

I stared at Zeke with pure disgust. I saw guilt flash through his eyes and he kept opening and closing his mouth like a fish, but I completely ignored him and crawled out from under the desk.

If I'm going to be stuck in this room with Zeke for the next few hours, I am most definitely not going to be stuck under this tiny desk with him.

"Val-" I didn't even let him finish. I flip him the bird and stood up.

"I will not stay under here. I'm going to hide somewhere else in here away from you." My words are harsh but I don't care. I look around the room for another place where I could hide in peace.