"Jay?" Emma asked.

Jay turned away.

"Tell me," she coaxed.

"Mason and I walked into the washroom that day and I saw the feathers and paint on the sink and I made something up about Jimmy being on the 'inside'," he said.

"Oh my God," Emma whispered.

Jay nodded. "He could have pointed the gun at me," he sobbed. "He could've shot me. And I wouldn't have blamed him." He punched a filing cabinet. "I wouldn't have given a damn! I wish he had shot me! I wish I had died."

Emma was crying at this point. "Jay," she said.

The bell rang. "Get dressed and then get your ass to class," he told her, wiping his eyes and walking out of the room.