“What do you mean you didn’t save me?”

I looked at Andrew, his grey-blue eyes were downcast.

“Andrew! Fucking say something. You can’t just drop a huge bombshell on me like that and then give me the silent treatment.” I huff.

On the inside, I was panicking. The whole reason I agreed to date Andrew was because I thought I owed it to him because he saved me from drowning at camp. And now I’m finding out that he wasn’t the person that saved me?

“I mean just that. I didn’t save you, Sage.” Andrew tells me, his voice rough from holding back tears.

“You have to understand, I didn’t mean to lie to you. Andres jumped into the lake and saved you and when you woke up, you saw me so you assumed that I saved you.” Andrew explains.

“And you never thought to clarify this important piece of information. I mean, God! I thought this entire time. When you asked me out, even though I told you countless times that I didn’t see you that way...then I thought you saved me, I was willing to give this relationship a chance. You made me feel like I owed it to you. And now I find out that it’s been a lie? I can’t do this. We’re done.” When I finish the last sentence, my voice cracks, and I’m crying.

“Sage, please.” Andrew begs.

“Forget it. You’re a fucking fraud, Andrew. How could you live with the guilt of taking credit for something that someone else did. Or do you not feel guilty at all?” I ask Andrew.

He says nothing but looks blankly at the wall next to me in silence. It was enough to answer my question.

“My god...you make me sick.” I spat before turning on my hells and running the hell out of his house.

Once my feet finally hit the asphalt of the street. I start dry-heaving by Andrew’s mailbox.

Where the hell am I supposed to go now?

Then I saw it. The blue house that housed the “trouble” child of the town. He wasn’t really a trouble child, just a misunderstood kid who had fucked up parents. He grew up in the system until his Aunt Maggie took him in when he was 16. Now we are seniors in high school and he keeps mostly to himself other than his friends Jansen and Billy.

I swallow the growing nerves budding in my stomach and force my feet to move forward, getting closer to the blue house.

Before I know it, I’ve rung on the doorbell.

Shit.

I am turning and getting ready to leave when the door suddenly opens.

“May I help you?”

I turn to face the person at the door.

“Andres.” I whisper.