You Can't Choose Your Family (On Hold)

Chapter 15: A Magical Dresser Gives Me a T-Shirt

Chapter Fifteen: A Magical Dresser Gives Me A T-Shirt

　

　

I must have jumped a mile high in the air. My face was burning, the only thing that might have been redder was Connor’s face. He was seething. I was actually afraid of Connor. No one was speaking. I was too afraid to say anything.

“Dude, what’s your problem?” I heard Nico say. I wanted to clamp my hand over his mouth. Why did he have to speak? He was just going to make Connor more mad. And that would not be good.

“Excuse me?” Connor asked, well more like growled.

“I asked what your problem was? We were just minding our business in here and what right do you have to barge into my cabin?” Nico asked. I saw him smirking, but I could see the anger in him as well.

Connor’s eyes flared. I inwardly cringed. Why was he this mad? I didn’t do anything wrong… did I? “I was just looking for Zoe. I wanted to give her something. But never mind.” He stormed out of the room. I admit, I thought there was going to be a bit more of a fight.

Nico had a triumphant smile on his face. I stood to leave. “What are you doing?” He asked looking confused.

“Going to go see what’s up with Connor.” I said as I started to walk away. I felt a tug on my wrist.

“Why? He’s just jealous.” Nico stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“What? Why would he be jealous?” I asked confused.

Nico laughed a little. “Are you kidding me, Zoe? You honestly don’t know? Fine. Go. But ask him why he was so upset.” he was trying to hold his smile. I shook my head and walked out.

I spotted Connor sitting at the beach. I went and sat next to him. “Connor?” I asked.

He wouldn’t look at me. He just kept looking out over the lake. “Connor?” I asked again. I thought about scooting closer to him, but then decided that I shouldn’t. He was probably furious at me. When I realized that he still wasn’t going to speak, I did. “Listen, I know you’re mad at me, but please just speak to me.” I said to him.

He turned on me then. I wished then that I had not followed him. His eyes held so much hurt and betrayal, it made me want to cry. “I’m not mad at you.” he said angrily.

“Then why are you acting so mad? It was just a kiss.” I stated.

He laughed without humor. “Oh, please! That was not ‘just a kiss’” he said mimicking my voice poorly. “Zoe, you were almost more into it than… him. And I’m acting mad because I am mad.”

“At what then, Connor?” I asked getting impatient now.

“I’m mad because that filthy slime ball even touched you. Then… then I-I found you. And you were kissing him. And I just thought that…” he trailed off.

“What?” I asked, gently touching my hand to his arm.

“It doesn’t matter now.” he said in a hard voice and then flinched away from my touch. I cringed. He took notice and then sat a little closer to me. “I’m sorry.” He said. “It’s just that he just makes me so…” he closed his eyes. “so jealous.”

A lot of things happened in the moment after he said that. One, my heart soared. He liked me. He really did. He liked me enough to be jealous. Two, hurt raced through me. Incredible hurt for hurting him. Three, my heart broke.