𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑹 𝑰 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑹
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐈 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘
The worst part about all of this, though, wasn't the love, or the fact that it was Daisy, the person I was supposed to hate, no. It was the fact that even...
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• CONRAD FISHER'S POV • • 13 MONTHS BEFORE •
THIS ENTIRE day was the actual definition of hell. I had never experienced Daisy Bardot in a work environment, and I wish to never again. She didn't even bother me that much —god, she wasn't even the typical witch she was. She was actually kind and smiled like we had no issues at all. It irritated me to no end at all. I was so heated on how easily enthralled people were by her; how they didn't see a single flaw. All because she was faking this sweet girl facade.
Sweet girl my ass.
Throughout the day, I literally couldn't contain the glare I burned through her skull. I hated how she treated Aubrey and my mother. I know she apologized to my mom, thankfully. But she hadn't apologized to Aubrey for a single thing, and I was so effected by it. Even if she didn't intentionally try to hurt me after what she had done to Aubrey, it killed me to see the girl I cared for fall apart in my arms over a rumour Daisy created. Now, She's my boss and I had no way out of it. But then again, I had to think on the bright side; summer was only two months. Tomorrow would mark the first day of June. I had just enough energy to deal with Daisy, then be back off on my own.
Like I said, I was only doing this for my mom. I wanted to make her happy. I would typically spend my days out sailing, but her and I both knew that was just my way in escaping from our quiet household. I'd be lying if I said I didn't wish I was more outgoing my brother, who was only a year younger than me, and still found himself having a more lively high school experience compared to me. I just never had envisioned my lifestyle to be like his; partying and sneaking out. I was a homebody.
But then when I'd watch Aubrey go out and enjoy herself with her friends after she had invited me to an event and I decided to not go, I'd feel guilty. I wished I was as confident as Jeremiah was, but that just wasn't who I was. I was petrified of expressing myself in public. I was embarrassed by the silliest things no one even noticed, which I think made it worse, in my opinion. I just wasn't a partier. I wasn't outgoing. I was bland.
At times, I wondered what Aubrey even saw in me. When I had first met Aubrey, it was during a football game. She was the new cheerleader, cheering louder than the rest which obviously caught my attention. Right from the moment I saw Aubrey, I was smitten with her. I couldn't help but obsess over her dark brown, wavy hair or her piercing chocolate brown eyes and blooming personality. She was everything you could want in a single girl and more.
We were the stereotypical high school couple — football player and cheerleader, the popular and unpopular, the band kid and the athlete, all of it. Aubrey and I just fit. Everything about our lives matched. That's why it's so easy with her, I guess. But then again, Daisy makes it all chaos. After Daisy blew up at the dinner party, Aubrey told me she refused to come to another dinner at my families house if Daisy was involved. I hated that. I told her to not let what Daisy says bother her, but she wasn't letting up.
