[center][h1][color=9e0b0f]Jason Weaver[/color][/h1][/center][hr]In that moment, Jason hated Archer. His voice carried a heavy acquisition. Though he clearly had no idea what was happening.  However, right now Archer was not the biggest problem. Julie had seen them. Those who mattered wouldn’t believe Archer if he started a gossip about Jason and Sol. But Julie, Julie had more clout than the girl herself probably knew. And worse, there was absolutely nothing he could do but hope she never said a word about it. That helplessness did nothing to his guilt. Which began to strangle his heart like ivy.

Jason made a way to the party after he had watched Julie and Archer cart off Sol like she was some disaster survivor. If he couldn’t do anything about his situation, maybe he could just try to forget it. But with every couple now making out all around the house, that was getting rather hard. Guilt tightened its grip on his heart. Unable to bear it anymore he rushed to get his phone from his bag and locked him in the bathroom.

Luckily for him, Santiago’s bathroom was quite like the house: absolutely massive. It gave him space to pace back and forth as his nerves were getting the better of him. Driven by conscience, he wanted to text his girlfriend. Or call her. But every time he looked at the screen, his mind just went blank. How could he possibly describe what just happened and not lie? The truth, the full truth that only he had would break them apart. But he didn’t want to lie either. He wanted to tell her! After minutes that felt like hours of pacing, he eventually gave up. Frustrated he just pocketed the phone and went over to the bar. The music, the dancing, the laughing. It was all becoming too much for him. At the bar, he just took a random bottle filled with amber fluid and went towards the darkened beach. Where he found solace behind a dune. With every sip he took, he realized what he was doing wouldn't help his situation. But it was numbing his mind a little and for now that was all he could ask for.