“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” I screamed.
“I have stopped talking.” Jared surmised.
I shook my head at him, placed my hands over my ears, and closed my eyes. “You have to go away. You just have to go away right now.”
“But why?” He asked. Even with my eyes closed I could see him cock his head just slightly to the left.
“Because you are,” I struggled for words, “annoying! You don’t get anything! You don’t…understand.” Looking him in the eye I waited for the response I knew I would never get.
He blinked, “I understand quite a bit. In fact, I believe I have much more extensive knowledge than yourself; especially having read and retained the Encyclopedia Britannica.”
I exploded, “you’re a robot! I mean, even when I call you on the phone it’s like you have a list of talking points to go through and when you’re done the conversation is done. You’re impossible. I…I can’t be friends with you any more.”
Any sort of shock that might have gone through his system didn’t register on his face.
He half bowed, “if you cannot be friends with me, then I suppose we shall not be friends.”
“Don’t you care at all?! Aren’t you concerned? Don’t you want to stop this?” I screamed. “Don’t you want to save our friendship?”
He took a step back, but almost instantly his worried expression melted back into his blank stare.
“You don’t know what it’s like to have to deal with someone who has absolutely no emotion,” I said, calmly this time.
He nodded, “I assume, and I am not someone who enjoys the task of assuming, but, I assume you wish me to apologize.”
I groaned. My hand landed upon my forehead as I looked to the ground for answers, “yes, but, not because I want you to.”
“That I’m afraid I do not understand.” His brow furrowed for a moment as he cocked his head again.
I threw my hand down and said, “you know what? Forget it. If I can’t make you understand then I guess this is goodbye.”
Tears welled up in my eyes. I kept them trained on the ground because I knew how frightened he’d be by my overt display of emotion.
“Yes. Well,” he shifted his feet, “goodbye then.”
He turned to walk out of the classroom. His hand was on the door frame when he paused.
I looked up. A tear gently escaped from my eye.
“I just realized,” he started, “if we are no longer friends, then I no longer have any friends.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat, “sorry.”
“It is not your fault,” he said. “Though I suppose in theory it is, since you are the one who wishes to no longer be friends; but nevertheless, I could, perhaps, have done better in finding a larger pool of friends. If not, merely people who were friendly towards me.”
“Yeah,” I said.
He nodded several times in agreement with himself and walked out the door.
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