Breach in the Code
Grant Lahaie


“Hey Jason!” called John, as he walked up. “It’s been a while.”

“Is it true?” Jason asked as he locked his car. “ You and Stella hooked up?”  

“We didn’t think it would be a big deal.”

“So you decided not to tell me? You think I wouldn’t find out?“

“We didn’t want to make it weird. She didn’t want it coming between us.”

“Okay.”

“Do you want an apology?”

“I don’t want you to see her.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“You could.”

“Come on, Jason.”

“You crossed a line, John.”

“You guys broke up. You’ve gotta move on.“

“I did.“

“I thought you did.”

“I did.”

“Fine.”

“Where are you going, John?”

“I’m done. You know . . .” John pauses, “You’re ridiculous.”

“Best friends for six years, and just like that. And for what?”

“It doesn’t have to be that way.”

“True, but you’re making it that way.”

“Jason, don’t do this.”

“I hope it’s worth it, John.”

“Jason, come back.”

“Why, so you can tell me how in love you guys are?” Jason exclaims. “How perfect everything is?”

“Jay!”

Jason opens the door to the coffee shop. He turns toward John. “You don’t know her. She’s not your type.”

“You are?” John shouts.

Jason stands silent for a moment. “Not anymore.”


First published:May, 2009
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