You were at the beach house this summer again as usual, but Conrad was acting weird around you this year. He didn't like when guys hit on you, he didn't want you going places without him, and he was holding you around the waist. Like, a lot.

You were at a party when a guy had tried doing something to you and Conrad beat him up. He was standing in between your legs as you sat on the counter, cleaning the blood off of his face.

"I'm going to kill him, I swear to god." He growled.