Nick was about to question if the two girls had gotten into a fight, but before he could speak the teacher was calling the class to attention. The boy sunk back into his seat, sneaking glances over at Spencer as subtly as possible.

“Okay, everyone please pull out your notebooks and take down what I’ve written up here on the board.” The teacher began, back turned to the class as she scribbled some notes onto the white board. Spencer reached into her bag and retrieved her notebook, beginning to flip through the pages for a clean sheet.

“EVERYONE STAND UP AND PUT YOUR HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD!” The shout jerked Spencer’s head upwards, and her mouth fell open when she took in what was happening. A boy who sat just a seat in front of her was wielding a medium sized hand gun, his eyes wild.

“I SAID GET UP!” He screamed again to the few remaining people in their seats and Spencer stood, her arms in the air just like everyone else. Part of her was convinced this was just a dream, the other part was just intensely afraid. She exchanged fearful looks with Ashley, all angry thoughts between them dissipating in the midst of a crisis.

“I am sick and tired of everyone treating me like shit! I hate this fucking school!” The boy began ranting storming around the room and aiming his gun at various students, who shook before him. He seemed to enjoy his newfound power, a sick smile tempting his lips. Occasionally he’d fake like he was going to pull the trigger, but he never did.

“Look, Ian… You don’t have to do this…Things could get better for you, hurting someone will only make things worse.” Spencer spoke when the boy had come close enough for her. Ashley bit down on her tongue, trying to mentally will Spencer to shut her mouth and not put herself in danger.

“Shut up Spencer! Things can’t get any worse!” The boy exclaimed, waving his gun in the air. He then spun around, his back open to the blonde as he set into a rage about how everyone will remember him after today. Spencer looked at the hand that was holding the gun as he waved it, contemplating trying to just wrestle it from his grasp.