it girl, conrad fisher

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

"Oh god" I whisper again, not sure how to feel, and I hold on to Myles tightly.

Conrad is standing at the entrance, scanning his eyes across the debs and their partners, most likely looking for me.

Or Belly, just saying...

I cannot deal with this.

I can deal with expected appearances, but this?

"Hey, what's wrong?" He says gently, placing a soft hand on my cheek. "Em, what's wrong?" He says, looking a little worried now.

"Nothing, nothing, I'm totally fine!" I try to say in a bright tone, but Myles clearly isn't buying it. He follows my gaze and lands on the boy I'm desperately trying to hide from. It helps that Myles is tall and has a sculpted body, with broad shoulders and chest, so I hide behind him best I can.

"Is that him?" He asks, although it sounds more like slightly hisses.

I can't find it in me to lie, so I just decide on the truth. "Yes" I mumble under my breath.

"I swear to god" He begins, cracking his knuckles. "No, Myles please. Don't cause a scene. If I'm lucky, he won't notice me at all" I say, holding onto his arm. 

"It's not like I'm letting him get off scot free. Trust me, I have my plans. But I'd like to go about them on my own terms" I say calmly, having managed to recompose myself. He reluctantly nods and relaxes again. "Fine" He mutters. "Thank you" I smile at him. 

Finally, out of the corner of my eye, I notice Conrad sigh, obviously not finding me, and walk out. 

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"Hey, Billy!" I hear Jeremiah yell while I walk across to the lounge chairs where Shayla and Nicole was hanging out.

Myles was going to come, but Diana texted him demanding he join her for some shopping in the city. 

"Stop running. All right?" I laugh at Jeremiah fighting with his child enemy. 

"It's bad enough we had to shut down the pool because of you" He adds, pointing an accusing finger towards his retreating form. "It wasn't me, jerk face" Billy retorts. 

I reach the chairs and sit down in one, greeting the girls as I do so. 

"Watching Jeremiah fight with his child nemesis literally never gets old" I say giggling. 

"God, that kid is demonic, I swear" Jeremiah mutters angrily, settling down on a beach chair next to us. 

"Oh my god" Shayla suddenly says, peering at her phone excitedly. "Frank Ocean is playing at the Yarmouth Music Festival" She squeals happily, clutching her phone. 

"Stop" Nicole gasps. 

"My dad's firm reps him, I can totally get us tickets" I squeal. 

"For real?" Shayla says, a huge smile on her face.

"Yes!" I reply, just as excited. 

"Oh my god" Nicole sings. 

"Let's be cheesy" Shayla starts, grinning. "And rent a limo" She finishes.

"Yess, totally" I cheer.  

"Let's, I'll text my dad" Nicole says giddily. 

Me and Shayla let out a small yelp and we all giggle. 

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Conrad's POV