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SCARLETT
after what felt like an eternity, my mom had finally finished her lecture on us.
while i walked up to my room, i heard someone call my name. "hey. scars?"
it was conrad's, "yeah?" i turned back as i stood in my doorframe. he walked up to me, "is your eye okay?" he asked brushing his thumb over where i got it.
"yeah. it's fine." i looked him in the eye. "okay. goodnight." he walked away.
"goodnight cons."
that night i couldn't stop thinking about two things;
conrad and the deb ball which i still haven't decided on.
i grabbed the sign-up sheet from my desk and a pen from my drawer.
soon the whole sheet was filled out, except one box. the yes or no.
fuck it.
i checked the yes box.
the next morning i woke up to a big purple bruise near my eye, and a hungover conrad laying on the living room couch.
as i plopped onto the couch, right next to conrad's legs jere walked over with a green-ish smoothie in his hands. "here you go, conrad." he smiled handing the drink to him. "ah the famous hangover smoothie." i chuckled.
"this shit is so gross." he gagged, taking a sip. "well you're drinking it aren't you?" i sassed back earning a look from con and a laugh from jere.
"belly and scar are gonna be debutantes!" susannah giggled walking into the kitchen, causing me to walk to the kitchen and sit next to belly.
"belly and scar? debutantes? no way in hell." steven remarked, "shut up you look like a troll." i rolled my eyes.
"well jokes on you, scar. we're twins."
"yeah she's the hotter one." belly defended, "thank you bells."
susannah went on and on about how we had to buy numerous dresses and all the different events. one of them being today, the deb tea.
"so? which two of you is gonna take them?" she ends with, "nope not me i went last year." conrad said,
"well i swore off balls, so.." jeremiah spoke making us all have to hold in our laughter. "i am not taking either of my sisters." steven declared bluntly.
"wow guys stop fighting over us." belly joked, "yeah, but i intend to find my own date anyway." i finalize. maybe i can take milo.
this comment earned me a glare from conrad who was now sitting up.
as i was getting ready to go shopping for our debutante things i get a text, from conrad
(bold- scarlett
italics- conrad.)
cons 🪐
hi lettie
hi connie?
why the '?'
bc your room is right next to mine, you can just come in here you know
yeah whatever
anyway
why did you text me
i cant text my best friend?
jk
wanna watch the waves w me
one, i hate you
two, i cant i have to go shopping for the deb
please im bored you can just wait here with me my mom is always late she won't be ready for like another 30 minutes
your mom is never late ur just always early but fine.
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and with that, i headed downstairs. i was wearing denim shorts and a white top with tiny blue flowers.
"hi connie." i smiled sitting next to him in the sand. he didn't respond, he just starred at the water. "why are you agreeing to this deb shit?" he broke the slightly-awkward silence.
"cause why not?" i joked, which unfortunately earned no laugh back from conrad. "it's all bull." he rolled his eyes.
"why are you bashing me for this?" i turned my head to him. "because scarlett. it's not you. and it never will be." he got up and stormed away. "connie!" i yelled, but he didn't even turn back.
hi sorry for the short update i promise the next one will be better :)
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our summer, conrad fisher
Ficção Adolescentein which scarlett conklin seems to fall for conrad fisher, but runs into the troubles of her overprotective twin brother and her ex. or in which conrad fishers' longtime crush finally seems to seek interest in him but he hesitates, because doesn't w...
