(KC's POV)
The force of the shot moved my arm, ruining my aim. Eli, who had been running towards me, halted at once. His hands flew up to his left shoulder. Slowly, he held one of his hands up to his face. His eyes grew even wider, if that was even possible, when he saw all the blood covering his palm. Eli's gaze gradually moved to me. He fell to his knees and sat back on his heels still looking at me with an expression of horror on his face.
Suddenly, Clare ran around me and collapsed to her knees beside him. Her delicate hands rested on Eli's leg and tears poured out of her eyes. Finally Clare looked up at me; her mouth was turned down into a frown and her teary eyes copied the gesture.
"How-how could you do this…Y-you monster!" Clare screeched.
"But don't you love me…" my voice trailed off.
"Why would I love anyone as horrible as you?" she whispered icily.
I froze. She didn't love me? Not even after I did all of this for her? The gun fell from my hand and clattered onto the floor. I only vaguely noticed Ms. O running down the hall. About halfway down the hall, her high-heels stopped clicking on the tile. I heard her gasp and start dialing her phone.
Soon after that, Mr. Simpson and a police officer arrived at my side. Mr. Simpson bent down to Eli and asked, "Is he still breathing?" Eli let out a shaky gasp to answer the question.
The police officer began pulling me away from Clare and Eli. I tried to squirm out of his grasp but there was no way of escaping his hands. The police officer pushed open the glass front doors and dragged me through them. There were about five police cars and an ambulance surrounding the front steps. More police officers stood in front of the cars, guns in hand, ready to shoot me. Cold handcuffs were put around my hands and I was shoved into the backseat of one of the cars.
As I looked out the window I saw Eli being carried on a stretcher into the ambulance. Clare and Mr. Simpson climbed in with him. The engine of the police car started and I was driven away from the school.