Joey sat there for a while, alone and contemplating the unfairness of it all, when he heard her greet him in a soft voice. He turned around and saw her standing a few feet away from his bench.<br/><br/>He started at her for a few seconds before turning back to stare at the river. He had an incredible urge to be mean to her.<br/><br/>"Hi." he said simply. He looked around. "Where are your friends? Is it your turn to do the honors?" he asked her removing any sign of emotion from his face, but his voice stuttered with hurt and pain.<br/><br/>When hasn't he been fair to her? Why do this to him, with others? He thought she was different to others, I guess he was wrong - he wanted to say all that to her face, but he resisted.