Love Doesn't Wait

Bailey


Bailey was walking down the hall, looking back behind him as he did. He was nervous and couldn’t quite catch his breath. There was no way he could go through with this.

He had to listen to Taylor, she would get mad, very mad if he didn’t go through with their plan. The gun was shaking in his hand, he tried to steady it.

Tears ran down his cheek, and he slowed his walking. He turned around. ‘I can’t do this, I can’t do this!’ He thought over and over. He began punching the walls of lockers, his knuckles began to bleed.


Taylor


Taylor waited in her Science class, but Bailey never came. She commenced to biting her nails, counting down the minutes to when she would hunt down Bailey and beat him.

Anger was bubbling inside Taylor, she was going to snap. The gun in her purse was calling to her, she restrained herself. She started laughing to herself, she had to leave now before she would lose control and lash out.

She was tapping the desk and glaring at the door. The bell rang and she hurriedly grabbed her things and left through the front door. No one stopped her, no one ever stopped her, she would forever be invisible.


Bailey



Bailey waited for Taylor outside in the parking lot. He was still shaking, he had wrapped a cloth over his bruised knuckles to hide the bleeding.

He looked up and saw Taylor making her way through the lines of cars. He knew what was coming, she punched him.

“What the hell! We had a deal! What did you decide you are to much of a good boy to do this?”

“No.”

“Then what? You backed out. You’re too afraid now? You didn’t seem so scared when we came up with this plan!”

“I’m sorry.”

“You will be.”

Bailey watched Taylor walk to her car. She drove away, and left Bailey in the middle of the parking lot, looking down at the pavement.


Taylor



Taylor sat in the car fingering her gun. Her face was pinched, she was waiting. School was starting in thirty minutes, she wasn’t nervous, she knew exactly what to do.

She put the gun in her purse, and slowly got out of the car.


Bailey



Bailey was sitting at his desk looking out the window when he heard it. One, two, three gunshots, then screaming, the alarm goes off. People are running past the door, the classroom begins filing out.

Bailey runs down the hallway with everyone else. Girls are cowering in corners while boys are trying to convince them to get up and run. More gunshots are going off, Taylor has finally snapped.

Bailey turns the corner, and Taylor is standing there, blood smearing her shirt. He watches her raise the gun.

“Taylor, put the gun down. You can’t do this anymore. This isn’t you! Please Taylor, listen to me. Please.

“I loved you Bailey. You never noticed. I loved you.”

Bailey stood there looking into her eyes.

“Please, if you truly love me, you’ll stop.” Bailey pleaded.

Taylor began to cry,”I love you. I just want THIS to stop.” Taylor raised the gun to herself, and fired.

“No!” Bailey ran to her and cradled her in his arms. This is how the police found them. Bailey was sobbing when they took her body away. Her blood covering his shirt.

Bailey loved Taylor too. He always had. He had never gotten a chance to tell her. Bailey is now serving time in prison for assisting in the planning of the school shooting. Not a single day goes by when he wishes he could take it back, take everything back.