CAMELOT

CONRAD WAS NOT ONE FOR DANCING. he had always been more of a stand at the bar kind of guy, observe the surroundings and let people come to him which they undoubtedly, always did. tonight was just another night of business really. but, dancing with liv was enough to put a brief interruption in the schedule and he didn’t mind one bit. “ anxious, huh ? wanna get off the dance floor ? ”

“ IT’S GONNA FUCKING COST YOU. ” conrad scoffed as he reclined in his seat, a hand ruffling through his hair. “ brother or not, i still have a business to run. ” the trust fund covered everything, no need to do anything if he did not have the desire to. but, conrad’s side hustle was more about power and control than anything. 

“ AN OFFER I JUST CAN’T REFUSE. ” he remarked playfully. was that a smile that could be seen on his face ? he took liv’s hand in his and spun her lightly on the spot before leading the way to the dance floor. of all people, it didn’t sit right with him that she seemed to be in a sombre mood. if she was going to get him to dance then he would carry whatever was getting her down. “ now what is a girl as hot as you looking so sad for ? ”

CONRAD HAD HIS BACK TO THE BAR, arms splayed along it as he observed the events taking place. girls that couldn’t walk in their heels and guys objectifying said girls was an all too familiar sight to see. was he already kind of over it ? yes. was it definitely too early  crack open the white powder stash in his pocket ? yes. he supposed liv would have to keep him occupied until he just had to give in. “ huh ? ” he questioned, attention elsewhere as his eyes drifted to hers. “ i mean probably, i’m not going to lie. ” he shrugged. “ but liven up, you’re already in a shit mood so stop thinking about it. ”

“ CIVILIZED TONIGHT, HUH JASPER ? ” conrad questioned with a raised brow as he slid next to his brother. great, just what he needed. he’d only just gotten here and he could already tell there was a mess he was going to have to deal with later. “ got some of the good stuff for later, since it’s a special occasion. thought i’d open up the stash. ”

“ DON’T FUCKING LINGER, IT’S CREEPY. ” he remarked with a scoff, heading towards the step of the house without a second thought. conrad was always aware but nowadays he felt like he was on hyper-alert especially since the dumb fucks he lived with were probably the easiest targets or the easiest to pin something on. “ actually ! ” he called out to her, turning around on his position. “ you want me to put you through your paces ? ”

A LOOK WORTHY OF JIM FROM THE OFFICE spread across conrad’s features as the girl stumbled out an explanation. really, he did not give a single fuck about what she was doing but outside of the beta house -- really ? it wasn’t exactly the quietest place in the world to admire the nature and sing to the birds. it was only the afternoon and still the usual immature shenanigans were going on inside that the rest of greek row could most definitely hear. “ you’re fine, don’t sweat it. ” he replied bluntly. “ imma call you flower girl now. ”

“ YOUR NOSE IS GROWING, PINOCCHIO. ” conrad remarked, trademark smirk plastered on his face once again. information and secrets seemed to just attract him when 95% of the time he was never in search of them in the first place. sure, the odd time when a little blackmail was necessary then his plethora of knowledge was more than useful. but, half the time he felt he was the secret keeper for people he had no interest in. “ your secret is safe with me. ” he promised her, a nonchalant shrug gracing his stance almost signalling that he brushed off her secret little rendezvous physically and theoretically. “ but i don’t like liars so don’t lie to yourself or me, it’ll only get your fingers burnt. ”

CONRAD THREW HER a light smirk over his shoulder. everyone knew that those beta boys most definitely did bite and they were the worst of them all. in certain aspects, he felt so opposite from his brothers. he was constantly ten steps ahead of them all, pragmatic, sensible and the absolute ultimate person to call in a crisis. however, he embodied so many traits that they were all known for and he was the best dealer on campus. that was always a winner. “ conrad. ” he replied to her as he entered the kitchen, throwing his lacrosse stick and bag onto the floor. “ forgive me but you look like just about every other blonde thats walked in and out of these doors. ”

“ DAMN, YOU’RE BREAKING MY HEART. ” conrad replied as he placed his hand to his heart, pursing his lips in a sarcastic pout. he was pretty sure he would never get tired of his games with nia, if there was anyone he could go toe to toe with for eternity then it would be her. “ you’d be doing me a favor really and the thought of you throwing me a bone just seems so wrong. ”

“ WELL AREN’T YOU JUST A SAINT. ” conrad replied sarcastically, a light smirk gracing over his features. he immediately took the boxes out of her hand, and placed them on the step beside them, the beta boys would have to wait just a few more moments for the latest batch of protein powder. “ you good ? ” he asked curiously, see he could be nice sometimes. liv was always such an anomaly for him. they were the definition of polar opposites in many aspects, one of their only commonalities being their good looks. he often felt like she had just walked right out of a teen high school movie and even someone like conrad who was so pragmatic and realistic, found that almost irresistible. 

OH HERE WE FUCKING GO was the immediate thought that entered his head. just what he needed, an interaction with nia that neither could escape because they both had this incessant need to win. he found her a challenge and for someone that had never been challenged in their life it was a new experience for him. did he like it ? well, she was almost too hot to handle. “ murderer on the loose and you’re at the top of my fucking list. ”

“ I LIVE HERE, DON’T I ? ” he replied, looking down toward the blonde. what could be mistaken for checking her out was simply a gaze toward who the fuck was this girl ? one word that could be used to describe conrad was elusive. perhaps it was best that way, for some peopke he could be their saving grace and for others he was their biggest nightmare. if he was sought out then someone must be in some deep shit. “ just come in, we don’t bite. ” conrad shrugged, walking up the steps and not checking if the blonde was following him. 

“ MY HOUSE. ” he repeated with a light smirk. his height and strong stature lingering on the steps toward the house. he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pleasure at seeing ryan when she so obviously did not want to see him. it was almost an unwritten rule that seeing conrad when you did not want to be seen was the absolute most dangerous territory you could enter. he ignored her comments with a light laugh, not a cruel one but perhaps a knowing one. “ word is that you just came out of troys room and i don’t think your bra was the only thing you left behind. ” he spoke with a raised brow, in a lightly hushed tone as to respect her privacy. “ you should know by now, nothing gets past me in this place. ”