So how come you didn?t call 911?? Jeremy Scott Tompkinson asked Nate as he crumbled pot into the EZ Wider rolling paper spread out on his right knee. ?Give the dude a break,? noted Charlie Dern. ?He was stoned, remember?? ?I would?ve been like, ?See ya later, you crazy fucking chick! I don?t care if you?re putting out!?? quipped Anthony Avuldsen. Jeremy had managed to steal some pot from his older brother who was home visiting from college, and now the four boys were huddled on a remote stoop on East End Avenue, taking a break before gym class. Nate blew on his bare hands and stuffed them into his cashmere-lined coat pockets. ?I don?t know.? He still felt pretty confused about it himself. ?I guess I just wanted to call someone who knew us both. Someone I could trust.? Jeremy shook his head. ?Dude, that?s exactly what those rehab headshrinkerswant you to do. They?ve got you programmed already.? Nate thought about the way Georgie imitated Jackie?s corny psychobabble?all that stuff about healing wounds and negative friendships. It didn?t seem like Georgie had been programmed. All of a sudden he wondered if she was angry that he?d called Jackie, but it wasn?t like he could call her and ask her. She was now staying at Breakaway full time and wasn?t allowed to take any phone calls, j............