you and your boyfriend, robert cantor or rob for short, were making a drink for the most popular, yet, most rudest person in yalls school. Joe hawley. but instead.. it wasnt any drink, it was poisonous, you were adding stuff like bleach, washing up liquid, etc+, after a minute or two, you both walk out the kitchen, rob hands the drink to Joe,

joe: scoff took ye long enough..

he chugs it, but after a few seconds, he starts cough up bubbles and he falls to the ground, he had no pulse, nor was he breathing, you felt a wave of relief.. but also guilt? while on the other hand, rob was amused, he didnt feel even a bit of guilt or regret.