“So...hows life?” Dessdemona asked as I shuffled in the passenger seat. Her voice seemed distant; aloof, and for the first time in my life I actually felt amused by her.

“Take a guess. Why else would I be at a bar?” I smirked, and pressed my head against the window of her car. I wanted to feel like I was just pasted onto paper. Sadly, I knew I couldn't. The car stopped.

I turned my attention back to Dessdemona, who was, surprisingly, unbuckling her seat belt. Were we home already? I looked out the window, then knew we weren't. We were actually in front of the park. Or...abandoned park we used to go to a while back. I gave her a weird look.

“Revhenge, why can't you take me back? You know you miss me.” Wait, what?

“Last I remember, you were the one that broke up with me. So don't try to change it around, because I'm not that drunk.”

She sighed, then got out of the car. I of course, didn't follow. I didn't feel like it. Besides, I'm still the master and she is still the puppy. What I didn't expect was for her to walk around to my side, open the door, and climb on top of me. I stared up at her, wondering what she was planning. Whatever it was, it wasn't going to work on me. It never really did.

“Revhenge, please take me back.” She whispered as she leaned forward. I wanted to sink back into my seat and wiggle away from her, but her car didn't allow such privileges. Her soft red lips pressed against mine, and I found that I was pulling her closer to me. She didn't back down, instead she held onto my coat; tightly, give off the impression that she didn't want to let go.

I didn't miss this; I didn't miss Dessdemona trying to seduce me into getting what she wanted. I didn't miss accepting her seduction, and giving her everything she wanted. I didn't miss any of it.

Do it. It's calling out to me, like the Principal does on the loud speaker. I want to do it; I feel like doing it; I know I have to do it. It's the only way...the only way...

I can feel her teeth nibbling on my bottom lip, and I hesitate for a moment.

“I love you.” I hear her whisper, and I shiver again. No, I couldn't take this. She was only using me for what I was capable of giving her; everything a woman ever wanted: a man with money, a successful future, a model body, and great skills in bed. Nah, take back the last fact. That was a joke. Or...was it?

“Dess...”

“Mm?” She mumbled as she held onto the back of my neck, obviously trying to deepen this kiss I so badly wanted to get away from. I do not love her...I do not love her...she does not deserve to be with me. No, she doesn't. Fuck you bitch, you swear you know me, you swear you love me...but you only love the man I pretended to be. I pretended to be sweet, charming, friendly...I'm tired of being this pathetic excuse of human nature.

“...I...”

“You...?” She stop's the kiss for a moment, only because she needed to breathe. Her lips were redder than cherries. Whoa, weird.

I slowly reach into my coat pocket, already knowing what was in there. I didn't really mean to bring it, I swear. I just wanted to feel good about myself, thats all. I wasn't going to forget about Dessdemona's birthday gift, not after that horrible accident.

“...I have your gift.” I whisper in her ear, and she blushes.

“You do?” Kissing time is over. Hurray! -Does inside my mind victory dance-

“Yes...” Why is my voice so low?

“What is it?” She asked, obviously cheerful now. She thinks we're back to normal, doesn't she. Yeah right, as if...

“Close your eyes, and no peeking.” I say to her, and she closes them.

“Revhenge, promise me something.”

“What?” I asked, pulling out her present.

“That you'll love me forever.”

“I'll love you forever.” I whisper, causing her to smile widely. My God, I'm going to miss those lips. Wait, no I'm not!

“When can I open them?” She asked.

“You can open them now.” I say.

She squeals, and opens them. To her surprise, there is nothing in front of her. She blinks in confusion, then freezes when she feels something cold press against her head. A sudden clicking sound was heard, and her eyes widened.

“I love you.” I whisper, then pull the trigger.