(Eli's POV)

The moment I saw KC standing at his locker, I knew he was pissed. But something about his expression or the way he held himself seemed off.

Just as I was about to turn and walk back the way I came, he glanced up and noticed me, his gaze deadly. I realized if I left, he would follow me and make a scene, so I decided to approach him and end this stupid feud.

"Hey." I greeted him.

"Shut up," KC spat. He grabbed my shirt with one hand and pushed me against the locker.

"Don't move." He half whispered half growled. I glanced down and noticed that the hand that wasn't pinning me to the lockers was stuffed in his duffel bag. But then I saw what he was holding. A gun; that physco had a gun.

(Clare's POV)

Grabbing my books out of my locker, my mind drifted towards Eli. Oh Eli, I smiled. I wondered where he was. I hadn't seen him all morning.

As I turned the corner I saw KC pinning Eli to the lockers. I rolled my eyes; I was getting sick and tired of this. KC needed to stop.

Running up to the two of them, I grabbed KC's arm, causing his duffel bag to fall to the floor.

"KC, stop it." I said.

As KC turned to face me with a glare, I took in the details of the situation. I looked at Eli: He was stiff as a board, a scared look in his eyes. I looked at KC: He was mad, really mad. Then I looked down at his hand. It was clutching a gun.

A gun… oh my god.

I slowly backed up till I was against the lockers on the opposite wall. Why hasn't anyone noticed? Tears poured down my face. This couldn't be happening.

All of a sudden, KC backed up, lifting the gun so it was arms length away, pointing it right at Eli, finger on the trigger.

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(KC's POV)

Breathing deeply, I locked eyes with Eli. Everything and everyone just seemed to disappear, so it was only me and him. I could tell he was scared. Good, I thought.

I could feel my finger on the trigger. It fit perfectly, like it was meant to be there.

With a large grin on my face, I thought of what would happen once I pulled it. Blood would flower on Eli's shirt, red spreading through the fabric across his chest. He would collapse, his expression would go blank, and Clare would be mine.

All of a sudden I felt someone yank on my arm. I spun around. It was Clare. Once she saw the gun in my hand, she began backing away. I followed her to the other side of hall, pointing the gun to her head. I snickered to myself as her eyes went wide.

Then in a quick moment I remembered Eli, my initial target. I turned back to face him, the gun aiming for his chest.

Then everything happened as though it was in slow-motion: I saw Eli lunge for me; for the gun. Then absentmindedly, my finger, which was on the trigger, moved ever so slightly, causing the gun to let out a deafening boom!