The bell rang and students began to leave the school. Some were jumping down the steps and happily talking about their idiotic weekend plans.
Eli quietly sat behind the bush, sweating beading along his hairline. He could feel his bangs stick to his forehead. He didn't bother to push them away; he was too focused to care.
Twenty minutes or so passed and Alli hadn't exited the school yet. Eli began to worry that maybe she didn't come in today. His arms were feeling very tired from holding the shotgun and his vision was blurring.
He started to second-guess his decision to do this and thought about packing everything up.
"Clare!" the voice he had been waiting for called out. "Wait for me!"
Rage filled Eli and his doubts quickly escaped his determined mind.
He could see Alli bouncing down the front steps. Clare, his heart ached when he saw her, smiled brightly up at her.
Eli couldn't take anymore of this. Clare shouldn't be smiling. She should be destroyed. She should be feeling just like him. Why isn't she feeling like shit?
Eli slowly moved the gun to follow Alli. Most of the students had already vacated the premises and only a few were sitting and talking.
Alli stopped in front of Clare and began to animatedly discuss some asinine topic with her. It was probably about some douche she decided she wanted to sleep with.
The shotgun honed in on its target. Eli smiled and pulled the trigger.