MAY, conrad fisher

Fifteen

(a/n: I did, in fact have to search up how to spell Fifteen.)

chapter fifteen

After a smoke with Conrad last night, we came inside for dinner, and we all watched a movie together on the big couches Sussanah has. By all of us, I mean everyone. The moms and the kids. It was good to do something like that. All of us together. 

Today was the day of the volleyball tournament. Normally Belly and I would be on a team together, but I told her she had to go with Cam.

I had asked my brother to be on a team with me, but he woke up super hungover today, so he refused. I decided that Conrad might want to be on my team, so I went to his room to ask him. 

I knocked on his bedroom door, and he opened it for me. 

"Oh hey, b," he greeted me, gesturing his hand for me to come inside. 

He had just got out of the shower and had nothing but a towel hanging dangerously low on his hips. I stood there, at his door, looking him up and down. His v-line was staring at me, I swear. 

He chuckled before mocking my words, "take a picture, it will last longer." 

I snapped out of my gaze and slapped him softly on the arm, "Shut up." 

I followed him inside his room, closing the door behind us. 

"What did you need?" he asked, putting on his boxers under his towel. 

"Oh yeah- uh would you want to team with me for volleyball today?"

He finished putting his boxers on, dropping the towel around his waist, and drying his hair. 

"Of course. Do you have a shirt for me?" 

I was stuck back in my stare as his nearly naked body stared back at me. 

"May?" 

"B?," he repeated, snapping his fingers in front of my eyes. 

"Fuck- of yeah I do," I replied, handing him the 'team Barron' shirt which was in my hand. 

"What's with all the starring?" he chuckled. 

I rolled my eyes at him and sat on the end of his bed as I watched him change into some shorts and the shirt I gave him. 

"What happened to Jack?" 

"Hungover," I scoffed. 

"I'm hungover but I'm still gonna play. Little bitch," he laughed. 

"Hey I gotta get changed, I'll see you downstairs," I said, before standing off his bed and placing a kiss on his cheek and then leaving to get ready. 

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I'd just finished getting changed into my 'team Barron' top and some nike pro shorts ,I know I know I'm so basic, and finished doing my hair. My hair was done in two braids so it could keep out of my face today. After the comp today, one of the guys that works at the club is having a huge party so I'm super excited for that. 

I was finishing packing my bag when Belly knocked on my door and opened it, she was all dressed and ready as well. 

"Ready for me and Cam to kick your ass today," she chuckled, chucking a protein shake at me. 

"Oh I'm not scared of no Cam Cameron belly," I laughed, catching the shake and taking a large sip from the cup. 

I heard her giggle before she left my room. I grabbed my bag and phone before closing my bedroom door and skipping down the stairs. Apparently everyone had already left because the house was completely empty and I could hear the car pulling out of the drive way. 

"CONNIE!" I shouted from downstairs. 

He didn't reply so I decided I'd ask jack where he went. I went back up stairs and opened jack's door without a knock and I really wish I'd knocked.  

"Oh fuck off may," jack groaned. Nicole was lying on top on him with the covers covering them. They were clearly naked. 

I laughed at him before looking at Nicole, "I feel sorry for you Nicole. His baby dick was definitely a let down." 

Nicole joined in with me and starting laughing whilst jack just glared at me. "Leave your brother alone," I heard Conrad chuckle from behind me. He grabbed me by my waist and shut the door behind me. 

"What was that for? I was having fun bullying him," I huffed. 

"We have a game to get too." 

I smiled and rolled my eyes at him and then hopped back down the stairs, grabbing my bag and following him out the door and to his car. Conrad started the car and I rested my feet on the dash because I know he hates it and it's way to funny when he gets mad. 

"B come on," he sighed, pulling out of the driveway. 

I ignored him and pulled out a cigarette out of my bag and lit it and to my suprise, Conrad reached over, grabbed the cig out of my hand and threw it out the window. 

"Conrad what the fuck was that for." what gives that boy the right. 

"Smoking right before the game? seriously? and get your feet off my fucking dash." 

I told you it was funny to see him mad but I still wasn't down. I scoffed at him, trying my hardest not to laugh and continued to keep my feet up. 

Suddenly he stopped the car and reached over to me, shoving my feet down. I looked up at him and his eyes were filled with anger. He used his free hand that wasn't on the wheel to hold tightly onto my inner thigh. 

"Don't fucking piss me off again," he said sternly. 

I stifled my smile, "or what?" 

"I'll fuck you so hard that you won't be able to speak so you can't fucking annoy me anymore," he turned back to the road and started the car again, leaving his hand tightly on my thigh. Now that is what I wanted from this.