Mia inhales a shaky breath. "You were...talking to someone earlier..." Mia whispers. "Who?" She asks.

Clay exhales quietly. "I--uh..." he looks down at the ground and Mia presses her lips together.

"I talk to my brother..." Mia confesses.

Clay's eyes slightly widen, he lifts his head up his blue eyes burning into hers. Mia raises her brows, "Monty too, and...myself..." Mia chuckles her pain off. "I'm just...telling you, because...you're not alone Clay." Mia looks at him.

"I mean...look where we fucking are." Mia looks around. "We're hiding in a room because there's a possible school shooter out there."

"Possible? So...you're rethinking there might be someone out there?" He asks.

Mia smirks, "I just...really want that picnic with you." Mia laughs quietly and so does Clay. She slips her hand into his.

More gunshots are heard and Mia squeezes her eyes shut. Clay tightens his grip around Mia's hand. Mia looks at Clay and notices him looking off into space again. "Welp, Clay Jensen is goooone..." Younger Mia laughs, she hops off the table and sits on the floor.

Mia inhales deeply, "Clay--"

"Am I going crazy?" He questions.

Mia pulls her brows together. "Wh-what? Are you--"

Clay stands on his feet. Mia's eyes widen. "Clay, sit the fuck down." Mia hisses.

"If there's someone that needs to be saved, I'm gonna try to save them." He nods his head.

Mia looks at Clay with an incredulous expression. "And if this is the day that I die, then I die standing up." He continues.

Younger Mia looks at the brunette who was still looking at Clay like he was insane. "Yeeeah...your boyfriend's an idiot." She states.

"Though I still think it's a fucking drill." He adds.

"Clay Jensen, I swear to God..." Mia grips his hand and stands up. "If you leave this room, I--"

Clay cuts the brunette off and hastily places his lips on hers. Mia's eyes widen as Clay kisses her.

Younger Mia whistles, "Clay Jensen with the moves!" She claps.

Clay separates from the short-haired girl and walks away. Mia opens and closes her mouth as Clay leaves the room. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She inhales deeply.

"Well, are you gonna go after him?" Younger Mia questions.

"NO, NO, NO! DON'T SHOOT!" Clay shouts in the hall.

Mia's heart stops and she sprints out the room. "And there she goes!" Younger Mia cheers. "Willing to die for a boy who isn't even her boyfriend anymore..."

Mia stops as she sees no one except for Clay. She sighs quietly with relief, but she was also worried. "Whatever you've done...it can be okay." He says. "Okay, just...please don't shoot."

Mia slowly walks over to Clay. "Clay..." Mia whispers.

Clay flinches and starts to scream like he's in pain. Mia jumps, she touches his arm. "Clay! Mia!" Principal Bolan calls out to them.

Mia looks over at the man. "What the hell are you two doing?" He asks.

Clay looks down at his body and notices that he's fine. "You two!" He snaps his fingers. "Get in here! Get in here!" He orders.

Mia looks at Clay who was still trying to catch his breath. Mia grabs Clay's arm and pulls him into the office. Principal Bolan practically shoves them into his office. They both sit on the couch, Clay still breathing heavily. "Is this a drill?" Clay asks.

"What were you two doing in that hallway?" Mr. Bolan asks, sitting down across from the two students.

"Is this a drill?" Mia asks.

"Did you hear the gunshots?"; Mr. Bolan asks.

"Yes!" They both answer.

"You did. So, why did you leave your classroom?" He looks between the two.

"I thought it was a drill!" Clay answers.

"And I was trying to save him!" Mia points Clay.

"Goddamn it, you two. This is a hard lockdown." Mr. Bolan states. "There are first responders on the scene with guns drawn and you thought that was a drill?" He questions. "And you thought it was a good idea to follow him out there?" He looks at the short-haired brunette. "Another rule that just didn't apply to the two of you, so you two thought you'd run around and be a pain in my ass?"

"No! Someone kept trying the door and I thought someone might need help, and I-I-I didn't want to die sitting down!" Clay explains.

Mia tangles a hand in her hair. A knock is heard behind them. Mia flinches and quietly turns around. She sees a soldier giving Bolan a thumbs up. Mia pulls her brows together. "Wh--"

"All right. Now listen to me." Mia looks at the window again. "Okay, now look." Mr. Bolan says to the two shaken students. "You two are not gonna die." Mr. Bolan states. "You are not gonna die."

"The bullets were blanks. The officers tried the doors. The alarms were to make sure that students and teachers followed protocol, and the only people who didn't were the both of you." Mr. Bolan looks at them, frustrated.

"They...they pounded at the doors." Mia states.

"Those were their instructions." Mr. Bolan replies.

"And the bullets were blanks?" Clay asks.

"Simulated gunfire to make sure the students will be able to recognize it." Mr. Bolan states.

"So it was a drill." Clay nods.

"Well, if it wasn't, you both would be dead." Mr. Bolan says, he stands up and walks over to the door. "Wait here." He looks at the two students. He leaves the room.

Mia looks down at her shoes. She hits Clay on the arm. "Ow!" Clay clutches his arm.

"That's for running out there!" Mia snaps her eyes over to him.

She hits his arm again and he groans. "Why?" he asks.

"That's for kissing me like it was your last fucking stand." Mia sighs. She stands up and walks over to the door. Clay opens his mouth, "Wait--where are you going?" He asks.

"Clay, I'm a very nosy person...when I want to be. Bolan told us to stay in here because he doesn't want us seeing something." Mia purses her lips and shrugs. "I'm curious."

She opens the door, Clay stands up and follows her. Clay and Mia walk out of the office and see Bolan shaking hands with the officers. "What the fuck?" They question.

Bolan turns to the angry students. "What the actual fuck are you thinking?" Clay asks.

"Clay, Mia, would you take a seat in my office, please?" Mr. Bolan inquires.

"No! We will not take a seat in your office!" Mia snaps.

"You think that this is a way to make us safe?" Clay asks. "You know what would make me feel safe? Not having to go to a school with metal detectors or video cameras or armed fucking guards!" Clay adds.

Students slowly start to fill the halls, hearing the commotion. "Th-there's still class, folks." Mr. Bolan announces. "Okay? Bell has not rung."

"No, you're killing us!" Clay walks closer to Bolan, he points at the officers. "You are killing us! Don't you get that?!" He shouts. "You made a drill with gunshots and hammered down the door to prepare us for what? For what it feels like to be hunted?" Clay questions.

"What the hell, Mia?" Justin questions.

Mia turns to him. "You do know that Bolan did this whole fucking thing as some kind of drill?" Mia questions.

"Okay, I get that..." Jessica says quietly. "But the last thing we need is Clay drawing attention to himself...again." She raises her brows.

Mia inhales she turns to Clay and still sees him screaming. "What the fuck am I supposed to do?" Mia asks, looking back at them.

"Stop him." Justin and Jessica answer.

"We're kids! We should be living our fucking lives instead of practicing how to cheat death because you know what? Everybody fucking dies! Everybody dies! So, please, please let us live!" Clay screams.

"We are trying to keep you alive," Bolan states. Mia walks closer to Clay and Mr. Bolan. "That's what every minute of this drill has been about."

"No! It was about you checking a fucking box, a regulation, a law, whatever the fuck, because you know what? You know what? We're not safe." Clay continues to rant.

"Clay, we don't have to do this now," Mia says in a soft tone.

"That's enough." And officer places a hand on Clay's shoulder. Clay quickly turns around, hitting the officer's arm off him.

"Hey, fuck you, 'that's enough'. "Who are you? Who are you to say it's enough?" Clay shoves the officer back. "Who are you?!"

"Clay--"

The officer attempts to grab Clay, but Clay starts to scream and takes the officer's gun out of the holster. "Am I safer now?" Clay holds the gun to the ceiling. Students start to scream.

Mia flinches, "Clay, come on!" She raises her voice.

"Huh? I've got your gun! I've got your gun!" Clay looks at the officer. "Am I safer?"

Mia sees the officer get antsy, preparing to tackle Clay. "No, leave him alone!" She snaps.

"Look at me, I'm armed," Clay announces. "Should I give this to a teacher so they can save their fucking class?"

"Clay, please. Put the gun down. We'll go to my office, and we will talk this over, okay?" Mr. Bolan tries to convince Clay.

Clay's eyes shift over to Mia and she inhales. "Mia, what happened to us?" He asks, exhaustion filling him.

Mia's eyes widen a lump in her throat. She cautiously walks over to him.

"Mia--"

"I-I've got it." She looks at Bolan. She turns back to Clay. "Clay, hey...listen to me..." Mia says quietly.

Mia sees the officers walk closer to Clay. "No, wait. Please, he's just--"

One of the police grabs Mia's arms and slams her against the floor. Mia gasps in pain, the wind knocked out of her. Clay's eyes widen, "LEAVE HER ALONE!" He screams.

An officer tackles Clay to the ground and he starts to scream and thrash around. "GET OFF ME! GET OFF OF ME NOW!"

"LEAVE HIM ALONE! PLEASE!" Mia screams. "GET THE FUCK OFF OF HIM!"

The last thing that Clay sees is Mia's blue eyes filled with worry. Before an officer slams, a nightstick against his hand.