Haunt You x Conrad Fisher

Chapter One

Conrad

I hate everything about her. From her pretentious California stuck up attitude to her wannabe dark soul life she claims all of a sudden and puts on a show for everyone here that has them falling to their knees for her. Who does she think she is? She's from sunny California and she acts like she's from Halloween Town from that one Disney movie, The Nightmare Before Christmas.

But she wasn't always like this, dark lipstick and all. Over the years as I watched her, she used to be vibrant, full of color when we were younger, up until two summers ago when she came for the summer looking like that. That's why I think she's a phony, nothing but a liar. She just goes along with whatever is popular at the moment.

I never asked why the sudden drastic change because we weren't, well we aren't friends. Jeremiah and Steven are the ones that are friends with her. I'm more friends with her twin brother. He is my best friend during our time here at the summer house.

One thing that has never changed over the years, was her hatred for me and vice versa. It wasn't always like that. I thought we got along just fine as kids. I would go over to their beach house all the time to hangout with her brother. Then suddenly when she was twelve and I was thirteen, she cut me out completely. So naturally, I did the same.

"Connie, darling," I hear my mom's voice call from downstairs. "Please come down here, Laur and kids should be arriving soon."

I shake my head as I close my window's curtain drawing my eyes back from across the street where I was watching the Medina's unpack their vehicle. Irritation started pricking my skin and I have no idea why. Anytime Elena Medina was near, it was like I could sense her stuck up attitude weighing me down.

But this year, I feel like I can sort of relate to her closed off darkness. My mom's cancer is back and no one but myself knows. It's been a lot to process alone. I could share with my younger brother Jeremiah, but as the older brother, I feel like this is something I should protect him from because that's what an older brother is supposed to do, no? Protect. Hell, I wish I didn't know myself either to be honest. I could continue on with life and not worry about a damn thing.

My mom has been worried about me. I quit football and I broke up with my girlfriend, Aubrey. I think a part of her knows I know but chooses to be oblivious and ignore the possibility of it being true. She wants one more summer of fun. So as broody as I choose to be, I'll give her just that and keep it to myself for now.

I headed downstairs and as I got closer to the front door, I heard Jeremiah yell, "well, look who is all grown up," and I instantly felt a small sense of familiar warmth. The Conklin's being here brought back a sense of routine, a normal routine. One that I was desperately seeking this past year.

Being here at the summer house calmed my thoughts. Unlike this past school year where my mind was constantly filled with negative thoughts and feelings.

I walked over to greet Belly and the starry eye gaze she gave me made me groan internally. I like Belly but I don't like like her. I know Belly Conklin has this fantasy crush on me she made up in her head where I am supposed to be her prince charming and sweep her off her feet but I am nothing like a prince. If anything I find myself more like a supporting character. Jeremiah is more like a prince charming type guy, the "I'll do anything for the girl". That just wasn't me and no girl was going to change that.

"Oh look," Jeremiah's voice brings me back from my thoughts. "El is here!"

This time it was both of them yelling, Steven and Jeremiah over at her, "El, get over here!"

It annoyed me that they were calling her over here. I closed my eyes and took a dramatic inhale and exhaled as I heard, heels? Yup, that was heels clicking on cement I was hearing, walking across the road towards our driveway. Who wears heels during the summer at the beach? Elena Medina, that's who. Obnoxious as always. "Here we go," I whispered to myself as I turned to look at the three of them greeting each other.

My eyes caught her and suddenly my throat tightened as my gaze lingered on her figure. Somehow, this summer, the darkness thing looked better on her, almost good now. A slight sense of maturity vibrated off her this summer as if she might just be more tolerable to be around.

Her outfit was bizarre for the summer weather, don't get me wrong, but oddly, it worked on her. She was wearing black heels, skinny ripped washed black jeans with a thin black long sleeve button up blouse. I gulped as my eyes landed, lingering, on her chest. Her long sleeve button up blouse was only buttoned on one spot, the one against her breast clinging to stay buttoned, exposing her lower abdomen and a very gold pierced belly button displaying for everyone to see. That was new.

I felt my cheeks heat up and I let out a small cough wondering if I was coming down with a summer cold after feeling the knot on my throat from a moment ago.

"Con," Steven's voice interrupts the internal battle of the explanation going on in my head. "Aren't you going to say hi to El?" His little smirk made me want to kick the shit out of him. I don't know what Steven is trying to insinuate by that gesture but it was pissing me off.

"Elena," I stated flatly.

"Conrad Fisher," she replied dryly, emphasizing on every syllable, too slowly for my liking.

I pressed my tongue against the root of my mouth in annoyance. Great. Another summer, another displeasure she brought to me. Some things never change, even when people do.

End of chapter notes:

Hello loves! This will be a dual POV story. So we'll get both Conrad and Elena's chapters. It will also be a slow burn enemies to loves / brother's best friend trope. ** also this story will have slow updates since I decided to write this on the whim and I'm working more on my Jeremiah story **

Hope you enjoyed.