Belly's POV
I couldn't help but notice how Conrad was quite the whole ride to the ice cream shop, barely saying a word. I grabbed his hand and squeezed as he reached for his door handle. He looked at me with a question in his eyes. "Are you okay," I asked, noticing the worry in my voice.
He gave me a small smile before replying with a simple "Yes", and stepping out of the car. I unbuckled my seatbelt and reached over for my door handle, only to find Conrad standing there with his hand outstretched. I smiled up at him and shielded my eyes from the sun with my left hand. I placed my right hand in his and stepped out of the car. We stepped into the ice cream shop and I was surprised to see only a few people in line. We got into line behind three girls about my age. They kept glancing back at Conrad and me. I looked at Conrad sideways and saw a mixture of nerves and annoyance on his face. He saw me looking and his immediately transformed into a smile. What is going on, I thought to myself. The girls continued looking and I felt my annoyance begin to rise. I was about to suggest to Conrad we go to a different ice cream shop when he tugged on my arm and mumbled something about needing fresh air. I trailed behind him as he led the way out of the ice cream store and down the sidewalk toward the water.
Pulling on his arm, I made him stop. "What is going on, Conrad? You are acting really weird." He sighed and dropped down onto a bench behind him. Putting his head in his hands, he mumbled incoherently. I sat down beside him and put my hand on his back. "I can't understand anything you say if you intend to talk to your hands the whole time." I felt him sigh under my hands and he looked up. I saw worry and affection mixed in his eyes and I rubbed my hand in circles on his back, trying to soothe him.
"I need to tell you something, but I'm – I'm scared." With that, he put his head back in his hands and sighed yet again. I got off the bench and knelt in front of him, pulling his hands away from his face. "Conrad," I said, trying to get him to look at me. When he refused to look up, I put my hand under his chin and made him look me in the eye. "Tell me. Whatever it is, we'll figure it out." Conrad simply sighed and closed his eyes. I squeezed his hand and he opened his eyes again. "What if I guess what you need to tell me and we'll go from there," I asked, forcing my voice to be casual. Conrad gave me a small smile and nodded his head.
"Ooookay…" I hated myself for it, but I blurted out the first question my mind latched on to. Looking down at the concrete sidewalk covered in trash, melted ice cream and sprinkles, I asked, "Did you cheat on me?" Conrad didn't immediately say anything and I felt my heart speed up. I looked up to see his eyes the size of quarters, burning holes into me.