Glass shattered behind them , the far - doors making the brunt impact of the bullet that had grazed against Lucas " s ribcage.He stumbled to the other side of the hallway , catching his weight against the wall . He shifted Peyton " s fragile form to one side , setting his hand against the other , feeling something wet and sticky pooled around his hip . He dazedly looked up at the shooter , taking in Jimmy " s pallid shaking , a choked sob rising in the throat , unable to tear his eyes away from the blood drenching Lucas " s t - shirt .
`` I " m sorry , " were his last words , before he placed the gun against his temple.A gunshot rang through the hallways of Tree Hill High School for the third time that day and Lucas fell to his knees , vaguely aware of his Uncle Keith " s hurried voice at his side .
Emotion: Sadness