My boy | Conrad fisher

Chapter sixteen

HIS POV

I fucked up.

Why did I get so angry?

I feel so bad.

I go down stairs and hope I see her at the dinner table.

I sit down and everyones there, but her.

"Where's Camila?" I ask.

"She went to Shayla's for the night hon." Laurel says.

"Oh."

shit.

I finish my dinner and decide to text her.

ME- Cammie I am so sorry, I didn't mean to get angry. I'll help you look for it, please come home.

CAMILA- She's busy Conrad, and I can't lie. I think you should just leave her alone until she wants to talk.

It was Shayla texting through Camila's phone.

They were being so dramatic though.

I had the right to be mad.

She lost her promise ring.

I walk down the hallway to see Jere staring into Camila's room.

"What are you staring at?"

"Conrad, come see this."

I look into her room and see smashed glass, everywhere.

I run into the room fully to have a closer look.

There was a picture frame face down on the floor but when I flip it right side up I see that it's the photo my mom gave her for her birthday.

"What the fuck did you do to her?!" Jere yells.

"Jeremiah calm down! We had an argument but it'll be fine."

"It'll be fine?! Conrad she's went to another house because she can't even stand to look at you, if you have ruined--"

I cut him off.

I walk over to him and pin him again the wall.

"RUIN WHAT HM? STOP ASSUMING THINGS JERE."

After I yell my mom comes running upstairs and rips me off of him.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" she yells.

Jeremiah doesn't say a word so neither do I.

"Both of yous in your room now."

I run into my room and slam my door.

HER POV

I was having a great night with Shayla.

We were in her private movie theatre watching all the 'after' films.

I barely thought about Conrad the whole night until she brought him up.

"Can I give my personal opinion?" She says.

I pause the movie.

"Go ahead."

"I think you should take someone else to the deb ball."

"Why?"

"Conrad's just being a dick and with the ball being tomorrow, it's too much."

"Well I can't go to the ball without and escort!"

"Ask Jere."

"He wont do it, he's swore off balls."

"Ring him up and we'll see."

I grab my phone and call him.

"Hello?"

"Hey Jere!"

"What's up?"

"Okay so i'm gathering that by now you know that me and Conrad aren't on the best terms right now."

"Mhm."

"Well I know you swore off balls but I really don't want to look at Conrad right now and--"

"Yes Camila, I will be your escort to the deb ball."

Just as he says that I hear a door squeak and its coming from Jere's side of the phone.

"What did she just say?" A voice says.

The voice steals the phone and talk to me.

"Camila what are you doing?!"

It's Conrad.

"I don't want to talk to you right now."

"At least tell me why you've just told Jeremiah that he can take you to the ball."

"Because the guy that I wanted to go with is a dick and I don't want to talk to him."

I hang up.

Shayla nods her head impressed and gives me a highfive.

I un paused the movie and we continued watching.

JEREMIAH'S POV

I am so scared to show up to that deb ball tomorrow with Camila.

Not because i'm ashamed.

I just don't want to see the heartbroken look on Conrad's face when he see's us.

I still have no clue what happened with those two so I decide to ask Conrad.

I knock on his bedroom door.

"Come in." He mumbles.

"Without yelling, I wanna know what happened."

He instantly knows what I'm talking about.

I sit down on his bed, waiting for him to explain.

"Camila lost her promise ring at Shayla's party."

"Oh."

"I got really pissed and yelled at her for it and she freaked."

"That explained the messed up room."

"And now she can't even look at me, she hates me Jere."

I see sadness in my brothers eyes and I cant bear it.

"She doesn't hate you Conrad, she just thinks you're being a dick."

"She wont even go to the ball with me."

"Trust me, she'll come around."

I pat his shoulder and walk back to my room.

On the way back to my room I decide to try tidy-up Camila's room.

I chuck all the glass in the bin and put down stuff back on her vanity that were thrown about.

I pick up the smashed photo frame and take the picture out of it.

I decide to put it next to her mirror so when she comes home she can find a new place for it.

Whether its in the bin or in a new frame.

A/N

Hi again!!

Yo im am unbelievably grateful for all of the reads on this.

I am kind of struggling to write for at the moment because of school and dancing but I promise I try my hardest.

I love you all and hope you're enjoying this because we only have a few chapters left and it'll be done!