In Deep (rewriting?? )

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I had tried my best to tiptoe around the resort, aware of my surroundings at all times, although in such a small place I knew this moment would come sooner or later. Although I don't think I was prepared for it right now.

Jason stood, staring at me from across the path. I could see his brown eyes staring deep into my soul. I just stood there, like a deer caught in headlights. I needed to walk away. I needed to move, but he made his approach first. "We need to talk," Jason said with a sigh, looking away as he scratched the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I guess," I say looking to my feet.

"Please don't let my silly mistake ruin this... Please, Sara," he pleaded.

"I think it was more than just a simple mistake," I say, anger reaching into my voice.

"Please Sara, I didn't mean to do any of it." he tried to plead his case again desperately.

"Well, you know what they say: 'drunk actions are a sober man's thoughts'," I say, stepping towards him.

At this, he is silent for a second but quickly comes back with, "I never meant to hurt you, Sara. I never wanted any of those things." I knew I shouldn't believe this, he tried to force himself on me, he slapped me. But he was sorry. He said he didn't mean to... NO! I cannot think like this. I have to walk away before he can pull me back. So, I take a step back.

"No Jason, not only did you emotionally hurt me, but you also physically hurt me. Remember that?" I ask him. "You were drunk, but that does not excuse the fact that you tried to force yourself onto me, then when I told you no, you attacked me. Drunk is not an excuse, and to be frank this just shows me your true colors. I thought we were in love, but I think that was my grade nine self-talking.

I thought everything was all sunshine and rainbows, but my crush on you was obviously clouding my judgment. My dad was right, we were moving too fast. I couldn't see it then but I see it now. I think it is best if we don't continue this, Jason. It was short and sweet, but the water is sour now and there is no way to get it back to sweet." I say, tears starting to fill my eyes, and walk away before he can say anything.

I ignore him when I hear him call out my name. I just needed to get far enough away so he couldn't see me cry. So he couldn't see how much this all affected me. I quickly pull out my phone and stare at it. The only person who knew my situation was Mystery Boy. If I were to call Jessica, or Becky, or even Lana, I would have to explain everything to them, and I don't think I could.

I don't think I could make it through recapping everything that had happened right now. So, for some unknown reason, my mind made me believe that it was a good idea to call Mystery Boy. The phone rang, and after a few rings, I eventually figured that he wouldn't pick up. If it were me, I wouldn't either, but then the line went silent, and his voice came through. "Why hello there."
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I'm so sorry for the short chapter guys. I hope you are enjoying!! love you all