I watched from behind the counter, as Waspstar flirted with Honeyflower. "Hey," he said, his golden hair gleaming in the sunlight, "Want to meet up on the hill tomorrow night?"
"Ok," she agreed happily, her blue eyes glowing brightly. I cursed under my breath I was going to ask her I glared at Waspstar as he smirked at me. He slapped a few bills on the counter and walked away, his arm around Honeyflower. I knew the only reason he came to this grimy bar to ask Honeyflower out was to rub it in my face. I glared at the bills, shoving them in the pocket of my ripped jeans not bothering to put it in the cashier. I flung the door open to my run-down black car. I picked up the junk off of my seat and tossed them to the back seat. I stuck my key in the ignition and sped away.
I opened the door to my house and threw myself on the couch. No I love Honeyflower and soon she'll love me not him, but how? I thought about different ways to ruin their date. Then it hit me. I bolted to my room and searched for the revolver my brother gave me a few years ago for my birthday. After scavenging through piles of junk, I finally found it.
I knew that Waspstar was the mayor of the Moon City so no one could know it was me that killed him. I grabbed my revolver and say it on my passenger seat. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel waiting for the sun to set. After waiting a few hours I saw Waspstar's shiny white new convertible speed by. Slamming my foot on the gas pedal, I sped after Waspstar and Honeyflower. They pulled to a stop. I pretended to be doing something else as they skipped to the top of the hill. Finally, I parked behind them, slamming the front of my car into Waspstar's bumper and denting it. Slipping the gun in my back pocket, I walked over to Waspstar and Honeyflower. Honeyflower bit into her sandwich, and talked to Waspstar in between as they both laughed. "Well, well, well," I said making them both turn around. Honeyflower looked like she was about to choke on the bite of sandwich in her mouth, "B-Badgershade?!?" She gasped. I narrowed my golden eyes and pulled out my revolver. Waspstar yanked a pocket knife out of his pocket and lunged at me. He tried to stab my face but I avoided and he nicked my ear. Screaming, I shot at him and hit his shoulder. Again, Waspstar ran at me with his knife. While trying to avoid his blow, the knife slashed across my face. I shot at him. Eight more times. Then he lay in the ground. Dead. I turned to Honeyflower who looked terrified. My own blood was dripping down my face. I licked my lips to taste the blood and gave her a wretched smile.
