My Popular Self

by shootingbowsandarrows

What happens if Belly has never been to the summer house? And Taylors going with her? Taylor and Belly rule their school and instead of going to the pool with their friends they go to Belly's mothers best friends summer house? What will happen then?

9. Chapter 9: What Did I Just Say?

If you don't like my story, then leave. You don't have to read it. K? By the way I changed my name from Summergirl660 to Emogirl660. So I'm the same person.

Belly's POV

I packed up my bags and went downstairs to wait for Jeremiah. I have only known these boys for a little while, but it feels like I've known them forever. I really loved both of them. Conrad was at the bottom of the stairs when I walked down the stairs. He looked like he was struggling with something.

"Please. Don't go," Conrad looked sick. "I don't want you too."

"Too bad," my voice came out as a whisper. "You had your chance to tell me, and you didn't."

He grabbed my hands. "Please," he whimpered.

"You lost, Conrad." I walked outside and sat in the car. Jeremiah came out later with a black and blue eye.

"What happened!" My voice filled the silence of the night.

"Nothing," he smiled weakly. "It doesn't matter."

I sat there looking out the window into the dark, thinking about the two boys I love. 2 hours later I was at Jere's house. I walked in to the large house and smiled.

Jere hugged me and said, "I'm going to get the bags."

I walked up the stairs and saw four rooms. I pushed open the first one and stepped inside. Bare walls looked at me. The room didn't have a lot of furniture and was like someone with OCD lived here. It couldn't be Jere's. I noticed a guitar in the corner and picked it up. The strings whispered to me as I played.

"That sounds really good," Jere's voice filled the room and I jumped. He chuckled and walked over to me. "What are you doing in here anyway?"

"I was just looking around," I answered. "Where's your room?"

He grabbed my hand and led me to the next room. The first thing I thought was: this is a mess. I wish I was kidding. I also wish I could see the floor.

"Sorry for the mess."

"No kidding," I mumbled under my breath.

He didn't seem to hear me and went to pick things and guess what was underneath? More stuff! Joy. I wish he was like Conrad. Wait, what?

Done! Sorry this is a bad and boring chapter. I just wanted to tell you again incase you didn't read the top: I changed my name from summergirl660 to emogirl660. I just didn't want to be fake anymore. Sorry if you hate it.