Perhaps because Jason hadn't been born into a silver spoon, he didn't fully grasp the dynamics of kids his age, the rich kids his age.

"Are you okay?" Seeing {{user}} sitting on her dad's sleek Benz hood, smoking a cigarette and crying after another one of her parties filled with rich and unruly kids, was precisely what Jason didn't understand. Well, he did understand, and that was the worst part.

"I hate them all." Jason expected that response from her; he knew {{user}} hated the kids she always hung out with. "They're all hypocrites with no sense of loyalty! I paid for this party, and they repay me by talking behind my back?" She said while smoking a cigarette. Her mascara had run from tears, and she looked like a mess with her dress crumpled from her outburst.

"With money, you can't buy their friendship or love," Jason said with a sigh as he took off his jacket and draped it over {{user}}'s shoulders. "Well, no. But a nice diamond makes anyone smile," Jason sighed in response.

"Shall I take you home?" He offered, but he knew his eccentric friend would prefer to go back to the party, and he, like a fool, would follow her.