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The rest of the day drug on normally as if Jason didn't have a large amount of cocaine jammed into his left jacket pocket, but by 8th period a question was burning a hole in Bell's mind. Why? Why the drugs? Why the hours? Why was everyone so suspicious and completely mean to this kid? What was the real deal?

By after school Bell found herself asking Jason all of these questions. ''I just think that if we are going to be together...we should have no secrets.'' she said. Jason hesitated a moment and then let his hand run slowly down his left pocket. He looked as though he might turn away and run away as he always did when Bell asked him questions, but Bell decided that this time he wasn't leaving till he answered.

''I'd rather not Bell.'' His voice was croaky and his face had turned cold and pale. His breathing had quicken and he had broken into a cold sweat. ''I want to know Jason. I have to know.'' Bell said sternly, deeply, commandingly. Jason grunted and grind his teeth. His hands curled into a rough, round fist. His eyes starred coldly at Bell as he tried to control his rage. ''I said...'' ''I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAID!'' Bell shouted. Now she was the one hot in the face with her fist curled in a small round ball.

''You come running to me...kissing me...saying you love. If you really did love me you wouldn't have a promblem telling me why you get so angry.'' Now tears rolled down her eyes furiously. She reached for Jason's hand , but he pulled away. ''It's not you.'' he said quietly, tears streaming from his eyes. ''It's me. It's always been me.'' Now kids were stopping and watching Bell cry and watching Jason just stand there with a dump look on his face.

''I have to go now.'' he said. Jason turned and started to jog through the many kids who had stop to examine them. Bell tried to go after him, but her grief and anger caused her to stand still. Then a soft hand lightly tapped her shoulder. Bell turned around and met with the crystal blue eyes and cool hair cut of Brad. A sad smile on his face.

''You okay?'' he asked. Bell shook her head, tears still running down her face. Brad wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tightly. ''If he want be there for you...I will.'' Bell cried into his chest. ''Your in no condition to ride the bus...come on I'll give you a ride home.'' Bell followed Brad to the student parkinglot.

By the time they reached his car Bell had dried her eyes and now had a small, faint smile on her face. She climbed into the passenger's seat. ''Thanks a lot Brad. I guess your not so bad.'' she gasped. Brad smiled. ''I never knew you thought I was bad, but whatever.'' He started the car and pulled from the parkinglot. No body said a word until his car hit the freeway. ''Bell I really do care about you.'' he said, glancing her way.

Bell shuddered. Something didn't feel right.

Bell managed a lighter smile. ''I care for you to...as a friend.'' Brad looked hurt, but he also managed a smile. ''Not that I was easedropping, but I over heard you asking Jason about a girl.'' Bell looked surprise. She thought she had been whispering, guess she hadn't. ''Yeah...whatever.'' she said, trying to shake the subject.

''No it's not whatever. That Jason guy is bad and though he may seem normal he had a past life so horrific it's a wonder they even let him thrive in a normal society.'' Brad said.

''What do you mean?'' Bell asked. Brad took a deep breath. ''Do you really want to know who the true Jason Cooks is?'' Brad asked. Bell just watched him as an evil smile crossed his lips. DID SHE WANT TO KNOW WHO THE REAL JASON WAS? OR NOT?