Shatter My Heart | J.F.

3. Fancy Encounters

SITTING AT THE BAR, I watched as Jeremiah made whatever it is he was making. He'd also been making a smoothie for Con. Speaking of which Conrad hadn't gotten off the couch in hours, and I mean hours! I'd tried about a thousand times but each time I received a "Go away!" and a pillow thrown to the face so after the fifth time, I gave up and took a seat on the bar stool. I'll tell you what, it isn't fun. I'm bored out of my mind and have zero clue how I'm considered the gay one. Those two idiots have smacked each other's ass about a million times already. If anything I'm about the least gay one here. "Older? When I'm older I'm sure there'll be like, like, holograms or something I can watch of myself, you know?"

My eyes fell on the dumbass himself, as my brows raised. "Steven, do me a favor and shut up."

"Just sit for your portraits, I don't see Conrad complaining." She stated matter of factly. "He doesn't even know where he's at, Mom." I twisted in my seat. "He'll complain when he's conscious," Jeremiah replied, handing Conrad the drink. "Hey. here." "Thank you."

"Come on, guys. Hurry your asses up," said Steven pacing. "Alright, I can't be late for my first day of work.

"Chill out, Steven. Besides, get on Jeremiah, I'm ready." I raised my hands in defense. "We won't, we're good." Jeremiah walked back to the kitchen. "Come on, man." Steven smacked Jeremiah's ass again which cause a squeal from Jeremiah. "Those old country club boomers are gonna tip you so hard, man, they won't know what hit 'em," replied Steven, he's so weird. "Steven I swear." uttered my mom. "What?" questioned Steven, as if he didn't just say the oddest thing I've quite literally ever heard. "Come on, Laurel. My boy's got to get that bread."

"Thank you!" Steven commented. Belly tiptoed into the kitchen softly, announcing her presence with a "Good morning." Mom looked over to Belly. Concern displaced in her eyes. "Belly, where have you been?" she questioned. I bet I have a clue though. But that concern quickly traveled to me when I noticed the bruise from the night before. My eyes widened, I hadn't even known it was bruised! What the fuck? I'd had a few bruises too from the night before, my knuckled were busted all up, and I'd had a few blackening spots on me but nowhere too noticeable.

"Is that a bruise?" asked my mom. "Um, I- I bumped into someone." that had to have been the worst excuse she could've come up with because what in the hell was that? My mouth sucked in, forming a straight line. "You bumped into someone?"

Conrad knocked me out of my thoughts by saying, "Doesn't look that bad." I decided to ignore the awkwardness, turning in circles in the chair. Luckily Jeremiah broke the silence, because of course he did. "Um, cereal?"

"Yeah, hit me." Belly pushed me over, sitting in the chair with me. I turned to glare at her. Of course, she couldn't get her own chair. "Sure."

"Oh my God!" was yelled, Susannah running into the kitchen. "Belly is gonna be a debutante!" Belly and Susannah laughed in sync, obviously excited. "It's really not that big of a deal," assured Belly, pushing me further off my own damn chair. "I'm sorry did you just say Belly is going to be a debutante?" I asked, raising my brows. "Like our sister?" Steven joined in the taunting. Teasing Belly was the funniest part of my day. "Like that thing right there?" Steven pointed, raising his eyebrows as well. "Shut up, cretins." I pushed her with the palm of my hand, finally standing up because of the fact my ass was falling off the not-very-big chair. "Okay this is going to be so much fun, just you wait." Susannah cheered. "There is uh... there's the tea, the auction, the ball, of course, the rehearsal." she paused, "I got to write this stuff down," then gasped. "We need to go shopping!" Belly laughed, sitting down at the table now. "This sounds... expensive."

I got up, dragged my feet over to Conrad, and sat down. I propped my feet on his lap, putting my hands behind my head.

"It's not." Conrad grumpily said referring to something I hadn't heard. I swear sometimes that man can be deadass the biggest dick in the world (and not in a good way, might I add). I sat up quickly, slapping him once on the shoulder with an eyebrow raised to cut it out. "Conrad, could you please be a little more supportive?"