Beach Trip Gone Bad

You decide if your not gonna talk to him because why and you go into the ocean
"if I'm eaten by a shark I blame Ian", you say obnoxiously
*As you sprint into the water full blast just trying to get to your friends you have a weird feeling and turn around*
"what is that man doing here", you say freaked out
*you both mad direct eye contact as we walks along the beach fully clothed*
"oh no maybe i should have said something to keep him distant", you think in your head
you brush it of a little suspicious but not that bad, as you swim further and further you loose the feeling of sand of off your foot.
"Mary, jack Phoebe this way!!", you scream
"can you hear me", you say