He reached into his pocket and grabbed a joint and a lighter. He lit it and exhaled. Even though there was a wind I could still smell the scent of the joint.
                              
Without saying a word he handed it to me. I took it and and mimicked his actions, feeling the smoke in my body until I released it back into the world.
                              
I gave the joint back. "Thanks." I muttered.
                              
I hadn't smoked one in a while. We used to do it more often, just to relax. I guess Code still smoked frequently since he'd been hanging out with Jacob a lot.
                              
"Good. You're not crying anymore." Code said eventually. The tears on my cheeks had dried. I hadn't bothered wiping them away. It seemed pointless since they kept coming anyway.
                              
"I can't handle a crying Jill. You're one of the guys, you don't cry." His shoulder brushed mine lightly. In any other situation he would've shoved me playfully but I guess he really couldn't handle me crying.
                              
He was right though. I'd known Code for years and this was only the second time he'd ever seen me cry. That's the thing I didn't understand. Why was I having such a strong reaction to a stupid fight?
                              
Because it wasn't a stupid fight. 
                              
Still. I didn't get it.
                              
"One of the guys? Code, you cried when you heard Breaking Bad was ending." I wanted to laugh but a strange noise escaped my lips. I guess that was the best I could do at this moment.
                              
"Shut up, that was one time." He acted embarrassed but I knew he was just trying to cheer me up.
                              
"One time. Sure. How about the time yo-" I'd seen Code cry more than a few times. Of course, most of the times his reasons were legit.
                              
"Okay, okay. Bitch." He mumbled. I snorted.
                              
"I heard the fight." He said after a short silence.
                              
"Sorry you had to hear that." I told him earnestly.
                              
"He was pretty pissed when you left. Didn't even eat." The last part was supposed to be a joke but we both knew it really wasn't.
                              
"He was angry." I sighed.
                              
"I mean pissed at himself, Jill. Not at you." Code looked at me and waited for some kind of reaction. What was I supposed to say? Oh great, he's mad at himself instead of me! Whoohoo.
                              
"I just. I don't know how this happened. Suddenly he went off. Something I said probably triggered him but jeez. Fuck. What was that?" I stopped myself before I started ranting. I couldn't wrap my head around it.
                              
Jake had said I was good at reading people's feelings? I was failing miserably. I hadn't seen that fight coming until I was in the middle of the warzone. What the hell does that say about me? A fucking blind person would've seen more than me.
                              
"You really have no clue? Seriously? He practically spelled it out for you." Code replied, the sympathetic tone in his voice slowly disappearing.
                              
"What? You're gonna get mad at me too because I'm so fucking oblivious to everyone's problems and I have the perfect little life? Enlighten me Code! Really! Explain it to me 'cause I'm obviously too stupid to figure this out on my own." I raked my hands through my hair.
                              
"I didn't mean to sound angry. I'm not hear to fight with you." He grabbed one of my hands that was still attached to my hair and held it with both hands. Silently begging me to look at him.
                              
When I did the remorse was clear in his eyes. That's what Code and I have in common. We didn't like fights or confrontations. Oh what would our school do if they'd know their bad boy and bad girl were such softies? Their pathetic little world would fall apart.