The Summer We Reunited {Bonrad}

Prologue

The decision was made years ago. It had been two years since I made my decision. I had to choose between Conrad and Jeremiah. Both were my friends, and Conrad and I were just getting along better. Better than either one of us could ever have imagined. We were broken up and at the same time we were friends. I had chosen to be with Jeremiah at the time, wanting to give that relationship the same opportunity that I had given Conrad. And it lasted. I graduated high school, went to Finch University to study Physical Education (wanting to go into volleyball coaching) along with Taylor, who ended up studying fashion, and became best friends with a girl named Anika. We all had everything we ever wanted. Me and Jeremiah were together and we were happy. But, then one night, we had a huge fight.

The fight had consisted of bringing Conrad up, and at the same time, we also fought about everything else that was between our relationship. We took a week break, or it was a break to me. We hadn't confirmed we were broken up during spring break and when Jeremiah returned from Mexico our relationship had continued. But without me even knowing it, he had slept with one of his frat sisters, and now everything was messed up.

Me and Jere were standing in my dorm room. My suitcases were packed. I had finished my freshman year of college and it seemed like he thought we would just be okay again. I looked at Jeremiah and felt as if my heart was breaking even further into a thousand pieces.

"Are you going to go to Philadelphia to spend time with your mother or..." Jeremiah said, but Belly tightened her grip on her backpack that laid comfortable on her shoulder.

"Jere," Belly said.

I could see that in his eyes, he had regret what he had done. And in a way, I also knew that things could have been different. I bite my lip as I finally reached for my backpack while I slowly got out the bracelet that I was gifted for my sixteenth birthday. I just looked at Jeremiah as I stretched out my hand and let the bracelet fall in the palm of his hand.

"Belly, don't," Jeremiah said as Belly bit her lip.

I was confident in what I wanted to do.

"It's better like this Jere. Goodbye, Jeremiah," Belly said as she dragged her suitcase out of her dorm room, as Jeremiah stopped her.

"Is this goodbye for good? Are you coming back?" Jeremiah asked as Belly looked at him.

"No, this is goodbye, not farewell," Belly said.

Tears were visible in both our eyes. I didn't want it to be goodbye for good. I had kissed Jeremiah's cheek as I went out of the dorm. I walked to my car, the same car that my mother had gifted me after I turned 16, and opened the back. I threw my suitcase in it, laying my backpack on the backseat of the car, and jumped into the front. I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell, say something, do something meaningful. I saw Jeremiah in the rearview mirror. He looked at the car like he was about to die. I exhaled and started the car. Putting my seatbelt on, I drove off. Tears were streaming my face, and I had no idea where I would go. But I did know one thing; I was not going back to Finch in the fall.