"Would Alex really hate me for this?" I asked, hesiantly, fearing I already knew the answer.
"Without a doubt." He said, his voice ice cold.
I turned back to the window so that he couldn't see my tears.
I don't know what it was about Alex. He is - was - my friend. It was hard not to like him, because, deep within, he had a good heart. A good soul, if you believe in that sort of thing.
He was much nicer than Jesse. I couldn't help but think his name with resentment, and it wasn't like I could just up and leave him. Because I don't want my head removed and filled with diamonds and silver.
But now I was curious; What was that weird looking black blob? Jesse had his hand in the pocket that he'd placed it in. It seemed weird that he ws sitting in direct sunlight...