Golden Retriever| Jeremiah Fisher x Reader |❌DISCONTINUED❌

|Chapter 4|

Being the knowledgeable person I was, I decided on the most un-revealing swimsuit, the strappy, barely one-piece leopard print one. I couldn't explain the level of hatred I had towards my mother right now. How could she replace my modest ones and make me look like a slut in front of my basically sibling friends! What would Conrad think? It would be the very first time I wore something revealing in front of him. My heart was racing. Hesitantly, I picked up the swimsuit by a loose thread, gaping at it in disgust as if it were a contagious disease. I slowly slipped the bottom of it on, feeling the way its rough cotton texture wrapped tightly around my skin, and the tight straps which made indents in my arm. I felt the way it showed off my curves and complimented my boobs, I slid it on and glanced at myself in the mirror. I had to admit, I did look pretty good, but I still grabbed a pair of denim shorts and hastily buttoned them on top. I then fastened up a lavender-hued linen shirt. I checked what I looked like in the mirror once again, and it was better. Less like a whore.

I anxiously tiptoed down the stairs, putting one foot in front of the other, reluctant to enter anywhere that wasn't my private space. I entered the kitchen, where I death-glared my mom, who just innocently smiled at me. I inhaled, trying to let go of the worries clouding my mind before  I placed my fingers over the glass doors, feeling the embedded intricate pattern that gave off boho vibes, and slid open glass  doors and paced outside, letting the warm breeze brush my face. I set my towel on the deckchairs and sat there, debating whether or not I should go in the pool after all. 

"You coming in?" I heard my sister say, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Yeah, I have my bathers under, I'll be a second," I called out as I quickly rushed to the changing rooms. Should I go? I nervously undressed my tee and shorts awaiting their judging reactions. My hands grew sweaty my my heart pounded in my chest. I could not do this!

In the end, i decided i would wear it out, no matter what they said about it. 

I stiffened, walking like a stick out of the chang rooms. The atmosphere tensed. I could feel everyone's eyes on me as i took each step towards the pool. A awkward silence infused the air, almost holding me by the neck and suffocating me, choking me to death.

Oh my gosh Y/N! Damn! You look sooo hot!" Belly gushed, smiling. I could clearly see that she was trying to break the mood. Oh, Belly, such a good friend! I forced a grin back before slinking into the pool. 

I noticed Conrad about to take a step towards me. I stopped breathing. Almost. His gaze met mine. All was perfect. Would this be our moment- YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. Jeremiah, that idiotic jerk! I scrutinized him, watching him grasp Conrad's shoulder, tugging him back. I saw the look on Jeremiah's face. 

"Come on guys, who wants to play chicken?" he said lightheartedly as if nothing had just happened. "Eh mah god! Yes!" Jen said. I just noticed she was there. "I call Steven!" she added, walking over to him, smirking. 

"Y/N?" Conrad asked, looking straight at me. I nodded, smiling. He smiled back. 

"So I guess I get Jeremiah!" Belly said as she made her way to him. I saw Jeremiah's face light up, slightly. I climbed on top of Conrad's shoulders. "You okay up there?" I heard him ask from below. "Yep," I answered. This was going to be a hard game. Well, in all honesty, Jen and Steven would be easy to knock down, it was Belly and Jeremiah that would be hard. I watched Belly push Jen, only slightly, which got her toppling down. "It's on Belly!" I laughed. We pushed each other around for a good two minutes before Jeremiah accidentally let go of her legs. "Yes!" I cheered as I high-fived my partner. 

"Guys! Dinner's almost ready!" I heard Susannah yell from the dining room. 

"I'm gonna get ready," Belly said, hopping out of the pool as the others followed. I nodded, agreeing, about to get out as well. As I walked to my towel, I felt someone shoving me back. "Y/N! Wait, I need to talk to you."