Cupid's Target

20- I HAVE TO END THIS

"H-hey." I quietly said, not making eye contact.
"You remember when we carved our initials into my swing? I wonder if it still there." He chuckled. He lifted the swing before sitting on it, checking if it was still there.

"Well would you look at that." He smile.
I was curious to see if it was actually still there, so I lifted my head and turned to the swing.
He held his flashlight to it so I could see clear.

Eric and Evelyn Garcia

"Cute." I simply said. I did think it was cute, though. We were so in love and stuck in the moment.  He had sat down on the swing by now and rocked himself back and forth.

"You hurt me." I said, remembering I was here to tell him how much I hated him.
"I know." He sighed.
"You did it on purpose. You were sober that night. She was, too. We all were." My voice broke. I tried not to cry, but every time i reply the memory I get broken again.
"I shouldn't-"
"But you did." I interrupted him.
"You fucking did. You took me to a gathering with your friends, you fucked Bianca and you humiliated me. I didn't even have anyone to run to! I was in a room full of strangers laughing at me!" I was now crying, only a little though. I didn't want to make a scene right now.

"It was a mistake! I wasn't thinking straight, okay!? She came on to me and we barely had any sex back then! You never wanted to!" Was his excuse. Pathetic ass excuse.
"You're full of shit, Eric." I scoffed.

"Please, Evelyn. Let's just forget about it. The past is in the past. I didn't come here for you to yell at me-"
"Then what did you come here for!?" I shouted. My voice echoed across the empty fields, leaving Eric silent.
"You said to let it all out. That's what I'm doing."

"I want to be friends again. Please? Just friends." He raised his head and for the first time in years, I heard worry in his voice.

Don't become friends again. He's a piece of shit.

Everyone deserves a second chance.

"Fine. Friends. Nothing more." I stood from my swing and wiped my tears off with my hoodie.
He stood with me, wrapping his long arms around me and pulled me in. I hugged him back. I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it. I miss him. I tried pulling away, but he didn't let me. Maybe he just really needed this hug?

Well, that's what I thought. He gripped onto me tighter and began to attack my neck.
"Ew, get the fuck off, eric!" I screamed as I tried to pull away.
"C'mon, just this once." He mumbled while his lips were still attached to my neck, sucking on it.
"I said get the fuck off!" I pushed him away with all my force, and luckily it worked.

He stood there in a silent shock, trying to process what just happened.
"This is what you wanted? You wanted my forgiveness so we could have some type of make up sex?" I scoffed as I kicked the ground.
"I thought things were different." He came closer to me, making me walk backwards.
"Leave." I said in a stern voice. I can't cry here. Not yet.
"Bu-"
"I said leave, Eric!" I yelled, making him realize how upset I was. I stared at the ground.

Once I heard his footsteps disappear, I looked up. I walked over to this small picnic table and just sat there. With a blank expression. I didn't want to cry here, not here. At a fucking park? The tears want to come out, they're begging to burst. I won't let them. I have to stay tough.

I should've known that's all he wanted. All he ever wanted was sex when we were together, I don't know why I thought something could've changed. Everyone deserves a second chance. That was his, and he ruined it. I heard footsteps coming towards the table in a quick motion. In fear, I turned my head to see if it was Eric coming back. It was someone worse.

He was shirtless, the moon shined on his body. His gorgeous fluffy brown hair was now a mess, flopping everyone as he ran, but he still pulled it off. His headphone cord was dangling from his phone that was shoved in his pocket. God, thank you for that toned stomach. It really is doing me justice right now. So yeah, he's beautiful. Even if he's a bag of dicks, he will always be beautiful to me. That'll never change.

"Why are you out here alone?" He sat down next to me, sitting backwards on the seat and was panting like a dog.
"None of your business." I snapped. "Leave me alone!"

"Tell me, cherry." His voice was soft. He placed his hand on my cheek and the other wandered around my hair. Why is he so charming?

I could hold it in anymore. Tears began to rush down my face and boogers were going to come out my nose any second now. He scooted closer to me and wiped the tears away with his hand. His whole face became soft. His lips turned into a pout and he had the most adorable puppy eyes while he stared at me in pain.

"Let's go to my car, yeah? It's warm in there. We can talk about it if you want."

SUCH A SHORT CHAPTER I KNOOOWWW IM SORRY the next two should be long tho!!!!

until next time, j