Belly's POV
I woke up the next morning feeling groggy. I could feel a headache beginning to form and cursed to myself. A soft knock on the door made me stiffen.
"Belly? Are you awake?" Conrad's soft whisper made my heart pound, filling my ears with the sound. I slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the door. Opening it slightly, I found Conrad fully dressed in the same clothes as the night before, staring at the floor with his hands in his pockets. His head snapped up when he heard the door open. "Did I wak- Belly, are you okay?" I felt my eyebrows furrow together in confusion. "Your eyes and nose are red. Are you sick?" My face flushed as I remembered my crying session from the night before.
I cleared my throat before answering. "I'm fine. I'm not sick. Did you need something?" His gaze went back to the floor. "I wanted to apologize for last night."
"You have nothing to apologize for." I said, confused as to where this conversation was going. Suddenly, Conrad stood up straight, his hands were balls inside his pockets. He clenched his jaw, his lips turning into a thin line. "Alright then," he said curtly. I felt my eyebrows furrow again as he walked down the hall, towards his room where he slammed his door. Boys, I thought. This was going to be a long three months.
Jeremiah's POV
Watching Belly leave the pool made my heart speed up. She looked upset when she left, and I didn't know why. I looked down at Conrad, who had his hands bunched together in fists. "Hey, man. You okay?" His fists tightened and then he dropped his hands in his lap, a mask of indifference slipping over his face.
"I'm fine," he said a little too sharply. I stifled a sigh and looked at the stars. Why was everyone so uptight tonight?
"I'm gonna go see if Belly is okay. She looked kind of upset." Before I could take a step towards the doors, Con's arm gripped my bicep. I looked down at him, my eyebrows furrowing.
"What the hell you doin'?" He cleared his throat and let go of my arm. Looking at his hands, he said, "I'll go check on her." Before I could protest, Con was walking to the door. I shook my head, wondering what I missed.
Conrad's POV
I walked up the steps slowly, biding my time. I was pissed as hell at Jere for telling Belly about Cynthia, but I knew I shouldn't be. He didn't know about my feelings for her and Cynthia was my past.
Remembering the hurt look on Belly's face made my gut twist. When I made it to her door I paused outside, scared to knock. Before I knocked my fist on the door, I heard soft sniffling and my hand dropped back to my side. I don't know how long I stood there, listening to her cry, but when the sun started coming up, I finally knocked on her door.
"Belly? Are you awake?" I asked softy, half hoping she wouldn't open the door. I heard her pad to the door and she opened it slightly.
Looking at the floor, I began, "Did I wak-" I looked up and saw that her eyes were red and her nose was puffy. "Belly, are you okay? Your eyes and nose are red. Are you sick?" I knew she wasn't sick, but the thought of telling her I stood outside her door listening to her cry was laughable.
She cleared her throat and said, "I'm fine. I'm not sick. Did you need something?" Not being able to hold her gaze I looked back at the floor. "I wanted to apologize for last night."
"You have nothing to apologize for." She said, irritating me. I stood up straight, and curled my hands into balls inside my pockets. Clenching my jaw, I said "Alright then." I made my way back to my room and collapsed into my bed, pissed at myself beyond reason.