Cousins

Chapter three

I run into the house with my bags. I run upstairs, throw my bags on my bed, and then walk quickly to Conrad's room. I knock on his door and Conrad yells, "One second!"

I yell back, "Okay."

I hear Conrad whispering in his bedroom, like there was someone else in there. I feel anger rush through my body and I unconsciously swing the door open. I see the girl he was making out with at the bonfire, standing with her bra, and shorts on, while standing next to his bed. I quickly stop in my tracks. I immediately become paralyzed, and just stand there. "Y/n, this isn't what it looks like." Conrad whispers as she puts her shirt on.

I couldn't muster any words. I just stand there. "I'm Nicole, nice to meet you!" She states, walking over to me, and sticking her hand out.

"Hi." I whisper, barely getting it out.

"Nicole leave." Conrad says, raising his voice.

"Whatever." She says leaving his room while rolling her eyes.

"Y/n, seriously it wasn't what it looked like." Conrad says standing in front of me.

"Oh yeah? Then what the hell was it?" I ask almost in a yell.

"We were just making out, nothing else happened." He whispers moving a stand of hair out of my face.

"That isn't any better Conrad! I thought you liked me." I yell slapping his hand away, as my voice starts breaking.

"That isn't fair." He states quietly and backing up.

"Then what is? I seriously thought there might be a chance you liked me. Guess I read you wrong." I yell storming out of his room.

I slam my door behind me, curling up in a ball on my bed, and start sobbing. I hear my phone ding. I immediately check it, in hopes it's Conrad. It was my mom. Her text read, "Don't slam your door. Also dinner is going to be ready in fifteen minutes."

I text back with my hands trembling, "Sorry for slamming my door. I'm not hungry, i'll be skipping dinner sorry."

After a few minutes I hear a knock on the door. I wipe my eyes and then I ask, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Jere." Jermiah replies.

"I would rather be alone right now." I say quietly.

"I don't care." Jermiah whispers barging into my room and sitting in my bed.

"What are you doing in here?" I ask scooting away from him.

"Laurel told me to check on you." He states scooting closer to me.

"I can't talk about it right now." I respond with a few tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Come here, it's okay." He whispers pulling me into his arms.

"Jermiah I don't know what i'm doing anymore." I whisper while crying into his chest.

"What happened Y/n? Tell me."

"I thought he liked me."

"Y/n-" He whispers before his voice cuts off.

"I seriously, seriously, thought he liked me."

"Who?"

"Conrad, I really thought he liked me Jere." I yell in a sob.

"You'll find better, I promise."

"Probably not Jere."

I hear my phone ding and I immediately pick it up. It was Conrad. "Who is it?" Jermiah asks craning his his neck of my shoulder.