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IV

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Jason never met my parents during the first months of knowing each other even if I knew his Mother. It was okay though, he never pushed for it, Doc, and I was relieved by that.

He never pushed for much, but i still kind of wanted more with Jason.

I will freely admit that i was a greedy little bastard. Meeting my parents or rather the lack of therein, was in my opinion what kept our friendship going though.

He never got to see how messed up things were at home. Ah, doc. Jason was jason. We still hung out with his many friends and at times Artie and Greta would tag along in some of our adventures. I always took pride in the fact that he had known Artie before he met me, i was still his pal for all that kind of stuff.

Sometimes we would leave the school at lunch......if we were lucky enough not to get caught by one of the pesky teachers that patrolled the hallways like Soldiers. There was a small store not too far off that sold pre-made sandwiches and soda. Jason usually spent his money on that. I never did. I did not trust the food at school and i most definitely did not trust the sandwiches at that store.

I finally had a real friend but i was none too excited by it. Jason had his shortcomings, his mood swings were unpredictable and sometimes it just threw me off. I could not tell when he wanted to get into those things, i tell you sometimes it drove me crazy. Just watching him pretend to like the company of others only to excuse himself and ask me to come with him. Then, doc, he would just seeth. Seeth in this anger that i had no idea of it's source. It got worse....it could only get worse.

There had to be a breaking point Doc.

One very uneventful Wednesday, Jason, Artie, Greta and I Had lunch with the usual people who were inconsequentially strung up to each other. A basic cross section of morons, not that i was any smarter than they were. I had planned to tell Jason that i would not sit with him, that we needed to take a break from each other that i could not take anymore of his moodiness. He had been moody all week and had been stringing me along for whatever he was doing. Granted, i wanted to do what he was doing too, like getting behind the bleachers during sports and all the other stuff that Artie and Greta were minorly involved in.

So that day was sort of different. Why? I'll tell you.

Artie made a joke about blowing his brains if Mr Godwin, the algebra teacher didn't stop wearing the disgusting red polka dotted tie.

I couldn't help but laugh at that one. The idea of Artie blowing his brains off was funny in a twisted sort of way. The laughter died on my lips when I looked up to find Greta's eyes locked on me.

Greta had the largest eyes. So brown and soft. It reminded me of whisky, it may have had something to do with the bottles that my dad kept in his fridge.

She wasn't frowning, but she wasn't smiling either. Her eyes were just boring into me. I did not stare back at her, instead i turned my eyes to Jason.

He was sitting with his back to the table, hunched over and shaking.

I wanted to ask him about it, really doc i wanted to because that's what a good friend would do. But Doc, i'm not good. I wasn't even then, That's the reason i'm in this place right?

I looked at him till i could take no more of it. Then i looked away and pretended that i was interested in what was going on on the table. Kids, they can't eat with their mouths shut can they?