I never thought things would turn out the way they did. I never thought we'd be sitting in the gym, our principle staring us down. Dav sat beside me, squeezing my hand as I almost bursted into tears. Something about his touch comforted me immensely, and I was pretty sure I had feelings for this boy that used to date my enemy.

The principle declared that Angie was dead. Deceased. No longer a living, breathing person with a heart beat. It didn't matter how much she had done or how much I loathed her. I never, ever, wanted to take a life from another person.

A single tear dripped down my face, and I felt someone wipe  it away. I smiled, leaning onto Dav's shoulder as the principle droned on and on about how she would be missed, and how we shouldn't drive drunk.

Yep, she was apparently drunk. But, that wasn't what killed her; I did. And, that ate away at me so much that I couldn't even be happy that we were free from Angie. Because, this wasn't how it all ended, I knew that.