@HogwardsIsHome2004 sorry this is ki Dad bad.

Also how come there NO Cyrus imagines?!? I CANT FIND ANY AH!!

"I like this song." Clay yelled to y/n over the music. She was seated next to Justin on one of the seats that were randomly placed in the gym. "Do you like it?"

She shrugged looking in his direction, "it's ok."

He looked at her nervously before awkwardly giving out his hand to her, "so you want to dance? I mean do you want to?...dance...?"

She smiled, taking his hand "sure but..I'm not a  good dancer."  So basically they just star jumped around the gym. And everything was great. Until Cyrus showed them a text from Tyler.

He was going to shoot the place up and had warned Cyrus's sister to get out (Oof I don't remember her name). This was insane, tonight was supposed to be a fun night but here she was standing next to Clay in front of the school,  trying to convince Tyler to lower his weapon from her chest.

"Tyler, just put down the gun." Clay told him calmly with his hands up, he looked into y/n's fearful eyes, trying not to panic. He couldn't lose her, not after Hannah. Not when he was just beginning to heal. We can help you Tyler." He pleaded, "we want to help you but we can't do that without your help."

Tyler's grip tightened around the gun and he licked his pale cracked lips, his gun didn't lower and his eyes didn't move away from y/n.

"Tyler please." She whimpered, keeping in her tears. "Put your gun down, you don't have to do this." Everything felt like it was in slow motion, her palms were sweating and she could feel her heart drum against her rib cage.

"If I don't do this everyone will get away with everything." He argued, "Bryce already did." The poor boy's voice cracked, he wasn't evil, he was broken.

"Please..." clay pleaded stepping closer.

The sound of sirens filled the air and their lights lit up across the street. "the cops are coming." Y/n told him in a shaky voice, "Tyler, they'll kill you! We don't want you to die, let us help you."

He looked to Clay as if he was thinking when Tony pulled up next to them in his car, "get in!" He shouted over the sirens. Tyler began to lower his gun when Clay took it from him, helping him get into the car with Tony.
He drove off leaving Y/n and Clay with the gun in his hands.
They stood watching as the car left the parking lot and cop cars filled took it's place. "This is really bad."