The Things We Do For Love

Author's Note:

This is a 'creative' piece that I wrote after reading two of Bradley (Chavez's) stories.  It's a little scary so if you are easily nauseous, I do not recommend continuing.  I want comments!! I've never done this before and I'm not entirely sure its any good.  If you want to read Bradley's CLICK HERE.

My best friend; I'm in love with my best friend.  He's in love with Her.  I hate Her, Her hates me.  Three years of feuding and he doesn't even know about it.  Last year I almost won him, but Her poisoned me.  Her plays dirty; I could never do that to someone, anyone. 

I'm sitting in my room, planning on ways to get back at Her, but they will never work.  If Her dies, he will never love again.  If Her is sad, he will hate me.  I need to find a way that he won't know it was me doing it and Her won't die.  Nothing immediately pops into my head, not like I expected it to though.  I ponder over some more ideas, when genius joins the party. 

I have an idea.

My nerves, thankfully, get the best of me and I put The Plan into action.  Her has several friends with ears everywhere, so I can no longer trust anyone with The Plan.  Since I am on my own, I work faster than I would if I had a partner.  Haste is the devil in this situation, I need to take my time and put The Plan perfectly into action. 

You have no idea what The Plan is, so I will explain it to you.  I am going to force Her to leave.  The Plan is to dig up enough dirt and secrets to force Her out of here, his life, and mine.  Not just move, leave so Her will never see him again.  How am I going to find this without having anyone help me?, you ask.  For it only takes a simple word to get on to her laptop, I need a password. 

The first task is to gain access to Her laptop, easy.  All I do is walk into her dorm-room, pick the lock (not as hard as it seems), and steal it before she notices.  Silly, little, primped-up, cheerleader will never know; for Her is too busy making sure that the team uniforms were "mistakenly" ordered in children's sizes. 

The second task, cracking the password.  I try Her name, birthday, school ID number, everything that immediately comes, none of them work.  Next, I try completely crazy random passwords, jackpot.  My eyes almost can't fathom that they are looking at the home screen on Her laptop.  First I try Word, Internet, and Her Computer, but nothing comes up right away.  Then I try Her photo editing icon and surprisingly find something.  She's never going to make it now that I have these.  Her is way worse than I thought...

The third step is sending the pictures from Her laptop to mine.  I send every single picture and delete them from Her Sent Mail.  Once this task was completed I retreated from Her room.  Crap.  I hear footsteps coming down from the hall.  She is back and coming in towards Her room; Her room that just happens not to have any good hiding places.  The moment she spots me in Her room with Her laptop she screams.

"Burglar! There's a burglar in my room! She's gonna kill me! I think I see a knife! Knife! I'm going to die! Stop no don't kill me!"

The whole time I'm standing there, not moving, watching Her have a conniption.  It seems that, within seconds, the entire dorm is standing in Her room or in the hall watching.  Several guys start yelling how could I break into Her room.  I honestly don't care, so I leave the same way I came and acted like nothings just happened.  Her could not stand it and yelled, words I do not wish to repeat.  Then, she suddenly  threw something. 

I wasn't even able to turn around in time to even see what the object was, I never did find out.  But that something hit me.  Hard.  My body didn't even think before failing on me, no warning, caution, it just stopped.  Every thought in my head immediately ended and I was gone.

Because of Her, my corpse rests in this casket with poison in my lungs, a scar upon my back, and a crack within my heart.