It was high school and he got a new job. The boss was pleased with him. The drawer was always balanced at the end of the day. Another worker was jealous and sabotaged him. He was fired. He had such a good thing going for himself but then it was ruined.
She had seen the knife before at the apartment. He had been wielding it, talking about how angry he was. Sometimes he thought about killing the cat. He wanted attention. The cat was gone. She didn’t ask.
Time for revenge. It was during lunch hour and they were outside across the street from the school. He took her to his former co-worker’s car in the parking lot. She was leaning against a car next to it munching on an orange. She dropped the peels on the ground.
He was still angry. He walked around the car, bent over and whipped out the knife.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“They were as soft as butter,” he said, after slashing all four tires.
As she picked up the orange peels, he asked what she was doing.
She said she couldn’t leave evidence at the scene of the crime.
He rolled his eyeballs and told her no one would know.
Before the day was over, a security guard came into her classroom. She had to go with him to the Dean’s office. Someone saw them by the car and told. The Dean and security guard kept questioning her. They even said he turned on her and said she did it. She didn’t believe them.
She admitted to nothing. She’d never turn him in. He was her best friend. Her soul mate. She knew he was troubled. They let her go.
At the end of the day, she was at her locker getting ready to go home. He came over to her.
He said, “It’s okay, I forgive you.”
She looked at him and asked “For what?”
He said “For confessing.”
She continued looking at him and told him, “I never said anything.”
He had a stunned look on his face that turned to rage. He believed her. He knew they tricked him. He punched the locker next to her. The security guard was right down the hall watching from a distance. He began to walk toward them. “Everything okay here?” he asked.
He yelled, “THAT WAS A NASTY TRICK YOU PLAYED!” The security guard told him they had to get to the bottom of it. He was expelled.
She was hoping this would finally end it. But it wasn’t over.
Your story was well done.
I was picturing two young high school aged kids all of the time. And the unbridled passion that they had. Uncontrolled as if they are all that matters.
I could imagine the guard tricking him and him belied the adult. On the other hand she held true to her word.
If he slashed tires with the knife then what is next? The pic of the knife was very good. It set the story up just right.
Thank you. Interesting that you perceived this as “unbridled passion.”