In Deep (rewriting?? )

30

"Are you ok?" he questioned. I could hear rustling in the back as if he was in a crowded area.

"I... are you busy?" I asked him, not wanting to interfere with his life. I was only a stranger he didn't need to worry about.

"No," he replied. I could hear the background noise fading like he was walking outside. "I talked to him," I said with a sigh.

"And how did that go?" he asked.

"It went..., well it went. I basically told him exactly what was on my mind and that he has royally screwed everything up and he's not getting me back," I told him, feeling a little more confident in myself, releasing the power in what I had just done with Jason.

"Well, well, well, that's good to hear. Stick it to the man," he replied with a deep laugh. "Honestly though," he continues. "I think it's a good thing for you to let him go. Anyone who does that to a girl is a dick." Those words embedded themselves into my brain. If anyone does that to a girl they are a dick. Jason is a dick! I thought to myself. It is a good thing I let him go!

"I just want to thank you again for everything you have done, I don't even know your name," I say with a small laugh. This complete stranger was helping so much and I have been so self-absorbed I never even asked his name.

"The name is Ethan. I know I may be a murderer, but can I ask for yours?"

"It's Sara," I say, now comfortable with sharing this piece of information. I am almost starting to feel like I know the guy. "I don't really know much about you," I say, "Like you know my life struggle right now, and I don't know anything about you." I tell him.

"Well, to be fair, I don't know anything about you either," he says, "I know your name and your boy trouble right now, but other than that, all the details that make you-you are blank," he continues. "So technically, we are still strangers."

"Well, I think you are a friend. You have helped me so much."

"Well okay then, friend. Tell me about yourself."

"You first."

"Okay, well.." he pauses for a second, "There really isn't much to tell."

"Well okay, Ethan, what's your favorite color?"

"Navy," he says, "Yours?" he questioned back.

"Light blue," I say.

"Well then," he continues. "What about your favorite food?"

"Well, I love coffee..."

"That's not a food."

"Okay then, chocolate ice cream."

"I said food, not dessert."

"But that is a food... Fine, I like pasta with cream sauce," I say, rolling my eyes, forgetting he couldn't see me.

"That's cute," he says, chuckling a little.

"Well, mister Ethan, what about yours?"

"I like pizza."

"No, that's too basic."

"Then peaches."

"Peaches?"

"Yes, peaches. I love them; their smell, their taste, the way the fuzz feels..."

"Okay, okay, peaches. I get it, they're really good," I laugh, as he gives me a low chuckle. "What about peach pie?"

"Yes."

"Peach jam?"

"Yes."

"Peach shower gel?"

"On girls, yes. What about you? What"s your favorite scent?"

"I honestly don't really have one."

"Okay, what about something you don't like?"

"Horror movies," I reply easily.

"Me either. Honestly, they're kind of overrated."

"Right??" I practically yell into the phone. "When is your birthday?"

"July 20th,"

"Oh my god, it's coming up! How old are you turning?" I say with excitement.

"Yeah, I'm turning 18," he replies. I feel a sense of satisfaction in his words. In the fact that he is my age and not some old, creepy man. Well, for all I know he's not some old creepy man.

"So, you're going into university?" I ask.

"No, when I was younger my mom homeschooled me for a year and they had to hold me back when I went to an actual school."

"Oh, that sucks, so you have always been the oldest?"

"Yeah, I have, what about you?"

"I have a middle birthday, May 7th. I'm turning 18," I say.

"So you're 17?"

"Yeah."

Just then my dad comes into my room. "I hear you're the phone," he says with a glance to his watch, and continues, "Perhaps you should start thinking about getting ready for dinner," he says. I nod to him and he leaves.

"Sorry, that was my dad," I apologize to Ethan. "I have to start getting ready."

"It's no problem, I should probably be going as well. I'll talk to you later," and he hangs up. Putting my phone down, I sigh, knowing we will be talking later. Especially if I see Jason tonight. God, I hope I don't have to see Jason.

I make my way to my make up and sit in the desk chair to start applying my makeup. I quickly decide on a natural pink look that can only be achieved by my Peaches and Cream eye shadow pallet. Content with my makeup look, I make my way to my wardrobe, picking the first dress I see. After putting it on, I leave my room in my navy blue knee-length dress.

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Happy 30th chapter everyone, I am so happy to share this chapter with you all! You guys are finally finding more out about mystery boy, or should I say, Ethan! I am so happy that I could dive into this character and have you guys learn about his passion along with me. Going into this chapter I knew very little about him, so I really let this chapter take me where it wanted to go. I hope you enjoyed!