Chaos broke out within minutes. Jay had been deemed an outsider, unworthy of protection from a Pahrumpian, and it was time to start hiding pitch forks. He headed for the electric box, oblivious from anyone's wrath but mine, Stacy still clinging onto his hand like a Nicole Richie shaped bracelet.

" Stacy's coming with me tonight." Jay said. She shot me a look when he said it, saying everything she needed to say without even a blink. She had won. She had both my love and my boy toy, and she had taught my whorey self a lesson.

The hippie den dwellers nodded in agreement, but insisted they didn't have the room for anyone in the car. We were going to walk. I was going to walk half a mile with Jay and Stacy, then sleep mere feet from wherever they chose to cuddle. I was going to be drunk, that part I can assure you.

Merrill had been joined by several more people, including John. His three hundred pounds of fat were larger in width than Jay was tall. I can only assume now that he intended to knock him over and then suffocate him between the folds above his belly button. However, he was a very large man and there was obvious unfairness in the fact that Jay could not reach his face.

It was time to leave. Jay attempted to stand up to Yogi the Bear, but I was not so foolish. John would be able to punch Jay in the face with his knee, without actually having to expend any energy. I gathered a couple men, reminded Merrill that I was personally going to kill him, then escorted the happy couple to the hippie den.

The walk was not a particularly long one, probably because everytime I caught a glimpse of Jay and Stacy I managed to increase my speed to an almost inhuman one. My anger was growing into a monster, and I truly hated Jay. How dare he tell me he loved me. I had wanted it to be true, I had hoped so badly it was real. Now here I was, protecting him and the girl he wanted more than me. I screamed in silence, wondering why he couldn't just leave my heart alone.

"Hey!" the voices rang out in harmony, twenty people coming upon us as we arrived. I couldn't tell the difference between them, I just ran to the nearest person with booze in his hand. It was a tall, italian man holding a full bottle of liquor, which we happily split between us.