You’re in highschool and have a boyfriend named Frank.

You’re sitting in class, next to Frank, chatting while working on an assignment, when the intercom comes on. Everyone stops talking to hear it.

”This is not a drill. The building is going under lockdown. There is an active shooter in the building. Hide, lock, lights.”

You, being closest to the windows, close the blinds while the teacher locks the door and turns the lights off. Frank grabs you, pulling you under the desk, his arms immediately wrapping around you, looking around the classroom. He can feel you trembling.

“It’s okay…I promise…I won’t let you get hurt..” he whispers, rubbing your back. He’s shaking a bit as well.