That night, after school, they mutually decided to stay home, order pizza and watch some TV – partly because Jack obviously didn't feel like going out at all, and partly because Eric still felt a bit guilty about what happened the other night.

"So, two Thundering Thursday pizza's with extra cheese. Yes, that'll be it," Eric finished the conversation with the delivery service. "Yes, hmm-hmm. Thanks, bye."

He hung up, took a short sprint, jumped over the back of the couch and landed right next to Jack. Jack noticed the couch squeaking clearly. Maybe they ought to get a new one. It was an old couch, all worn-out. Actually, it had been Rachel's old worn-out couch. Sigh.

His mind was going in circles all day now, every single thought ending up with Rachel. It hurt, so badly. Everyone he ran into, every place he went – it all reminded him of Rachel. Of what they had. Of what didn't have anymore. Of what could still have been.

"Kay bud, you heard – maximized decent yummy food is on the way!" Eric exclaimed impatiently, poking Jack with his left hand while reaching for the remote with his right. Jack didn't respond at all, still lost in his thoughts.

Eric looked back at Jack. He put the remote down with a sigh and turned to his friend. He snapped his fingers in front of Jack's face, who was noticeably startled by the sound.

"Jack, snap out of it! She's - gone," he articulated. "Rachel – is – gone. It's over, man. Over. Get yourself together. Being all down and depressed isn't gonna help. Now be happy, pizza's on the way."

Jack felt just a tiny little spark of angriness underneath his calm surface, but it was enough - tonight. He couldn't help himself. His tone build up in aggravation as he spoke.

"Dammit, Eric, listen. I don't mean to be harsh right now, but my girlfriend just broke up with me. Actually, I do mean to be harsh. You deserved it. She - dumped - me! That hurts. A lot. Okay? Just because you have never been in a situation like this, doesn't mean that you couldn't be a little more understanding! What is it with you ANYWAY?" He almost screamed the last words in Eric's face.

Eric just sat on the couch in awe, gazing at him. Somehow, that really irritated Jack. Why did he always act so… so dumb? Like he was some kind of retard? Jack knew he wasn't, by far. Then, why pretend?

Unintentionally, his voice grew stronger and angrier by the minute, piling all his frustration in his mind and into his words. He felt like blurting it all out to the first person around - and that person happened to be Eric.

"You know what? I'm don't feel like talking to you right now. You don't seem to understand - maybe you don't want to, maybe you can't - and you probably never will too. Heck, why should you? I'm just the guy you share your friends, apartment and half your life with! Why should you bother? You really are a WORTHLESS FRIEND!"

He regretted the words as soon as they ran out of his mouth, but he couldn't take them back anymore. He got off the couch and stormed into their mutual bedroom. He slammed the door with a shuddering blast and crashed down on his bed.

Why? Why did he say those things? Why did he act this way? He had never gotten into such a severe fight with Eric before. It almost hurt him more than breaking up with Rachel. It confused him.

He didn't want to feel anymore. He couldn't take it.

Jack's heart was torn apart, as he cried into his pillow.