I never meant to do it. I never meant to kill him. It was the way he looked at her. It was the way he was supposed to be looking at me, full of love and admiration. It made me sick.
So I lured him. I lured him away from his home, kissing him feverishly; It was the best moments of my life, letting him kiss me, letting him believe that he would get lucky. Then we came to the secluded area of the woods.
It was supposed to be a warning shot. It was supposed to let him know that he should be with me, not Summer.
I pulled the little handgun from the waistband of my miniskirt. His eyes widened, seeing the weapon in my hand. I smiled slowly and pointed the gun in the air. I pulled the trigger, shooting it once. I heard the satisfying crack, and the sound of the shell falling. He raised his hand in the clichéd ‘Don’t shoot’ manner. I giggled, having him exactly where I wanted him. Which was freaked and begging.
I winked and aimed the gun towards him. I shot, again hearing the shell fall. Then I looked up to see him falling.