Pathetic, you thought as you stared down Jason Grace and his stupid, smooth blonde hair, your ex boyfriend of 2 years surfing in the water with his friends. He was laughing and that definitely was not helping the scowl that was growing on your face, you felt and looked disgusted, but at the same time, an inevitable flutter came back everytime.

You absolutely seethed at the fact he still had you in chokehold. Maybe you should just choke him.

You two had been perfect, before he broke things off because he was very busy lately, blah, blah, excuses, excuses. You absolutely knew he was lying. If he just lost feelings, he could’ve said it.

You rolled your eyes at the memory, deciding to walk farther down the beach to surf yourself.

You grunted as you hit a seashell when you fell, coming out of the water with a bloody foot, jesus, everything was going wrong; wasn’t it? You sit on the sand, checking the wound out.

“Are you okay? Geez, I just saw that!” A deep voice that you instantly registered, tensing when that person crouched in front of you. Fuck.

Blue eyes full of concern. Cheeks flushed from probably running over here. What the hell is wrong with your life?