Frightenly High

Mary was beginning to relax as she observed John cursing at the Pac-Man arcade game. She had a better outlook on life now that she was staying closer to Jesus. She had been avoiding Judas totally, and he was avoiding everyone else.

"Fucking piece of shit! Damn it! You were supposed to eat the cherries – not the fucking blob!" John shouted as he kicked the game a shook the joystick, nearly breaking it.

"Dammit, John, if you keep making a scene they'll throw ya outta this one!" Mary laughed.

"Fuck off!"

After some more vehement words at the game from John, Mary left to find Jesus. She was in the mood to talk to him. She walked gracefully through the streets, counting the seconds until she was there. She then heard some loud coughing behind her and saw smoke. Bad smoke. Worse than a cigarette. She walked closer to the scent. Marijuana. She was about to turn around when she recognized the profile.

"John!" she shrieked, "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Mary, calm down, please."

"Fuck no!"

"It's not as bad...."

"What's not as bad?! You have a mom who's going to kick your ass!" Mary cried. Why would he do this? she thought.

"You're making a big deal outta nothin', Maggie." a gruff voice said.

"What did you call me?!" No one ever called her Maggie except Jesus, if anyone else said it, she took it as an insult if anyone else called her that.

"You've forgotten your Savior?"

"My Savior? I HAVE NONE!! Who ARE you?!" she shouted.

Judas Iscariot stepped forward. Mary stifled a cry of shock. and John ran away to destroy all evidence of what he had been caught doing.

"Don't touch me!" she cried, backing away.

"Do you think I'm going to?! I'm a fucking mess! Do you think I would've started smoking over anyone else... besides you...?"

Mary shook her head violently. She didn't want to  hear his excuses. She hated him! She hated him to trying to hurt her! She hated him for being friends with Jesus! She hated him for no apparent reason other than he was Judas Iscariot.

"You made your life like this, you bastard!"

"Mary, you don't understand..." his voice became unnaturally soft.

"You don't understand the sleepless nights. I think about you, I dream about you."

"Keep dreaming, then! I'll never be with you after what you did to me!"

"Mary, I was a mistake. I never met to – "

"Of course you did! You're just like them! Leave me alone, Judas!"

Mary stared at him coldly and turned on her heel to leave. Judas growled at her.

"It's him, isn't it? You'd rather have him than me, isn't that right?"

She began to walk away.

"What if it is?! It's not like you have to compete! He'd never her me!"

"He'd never treat you like you want him to! I know you women! You all want you're boyfriend to plant his seed into you! He'll never do that, and you despair about it every night! Every time you're with him you want him to treat you like that. You want to be his love, his toy, not his friend!"

She reeled about to spit on him.

"Not I! If you knew about women, you'd know how they think! You know NOTHING, Judas! It could be YOU who feels this way! No girl wants to be treated like that! If she did, she might as well become a whore!"

She stormed away from him, back to the arcade.

Judas whispered after her, "You shouldn't assume how I feel. And, besides, prostitution seems in you career choice. You're not as angelic as you think, Mary-Maggie."

He spat on the ground and walked off.