Your Lips, are my Addiction (Boyxboy)

Chapter 2: Blades and Boys

Nash's POV
I hear his hurtful words. I want to cry, I need to cry. But not here. 'Hurry, say something to him Nash!'. "I-I'm sor-sorry" was all I could muster out. Immediately, before anything else is said I get up and walk as fast as I can.
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I'm now in the school bathroom. Crying. I don't know why I'm crying. I'm used to the names and dirty looks. They usually don't phase me anymore. But when it comes from that tanned skin, chocolate eyed, muscular, shorter than me boy, something happens inside me. I break down. I dig inside my pocket; looking for my best friend, my shiny, sharp best friend. I take out the cold, silver metal blade and slice my left wrist. One cut for being gay, another for crying over Cameron Dallas, another for not being fit enough, etc. I added 15 new cuts to my already scarred wrists. When I drag the blade across my skin, I'm in control of what happens. You know how some people smoke weed to get high and relieve stress? Well, that's kind of why I cut. My blade is always there for me. As I reach to put it my pocet, I hear footsteps coming towards my stall. As I hurry and open the stall door, there he is... Cameron Dallas is in front of me. I panic, wishing I never opened the door.
((Boi then why did you open the effing stall door...))

Cameron's POV
I watched him run into the bathroom. I'm nosey, so I followed him. But then my fuckface ((Fuckboy)) friend Jack Gilinsky just had to talk to me. All I hear is "blah, blah, blah somethin about Nash blah, blah, blah something about me, etc." My mind wonders to why he ran into the bathroom.
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I make it into the bathroom and he is still in there! Yes! I walk to the front of his stall and wait. He finally opens the door. He looks anxious. It's quite attractive. 'Wait what?! Cameron, you're not gay! Gays are gross!' I go to take his hand, but he won't accept it. "Hey just take my goddamn hand!" I shout but not meaning to. He flinches at my yelling. "I just wanted to say, I was being kind of harsh earlier." And with that I leave.

Nash's POV
I stand here dumbfounded. Did he just apologize? No one ever apologizes for what they do or say to me. Plus, Cameron hates gays... Ones like me... I'm an emotional mess right now. I need some advice. I grab out my phone and text Matt.

Text convo:
Me- Hey Matty, can I talk to you?
Matchu🙊- Hey Nashy, of course!
Me- So Cameron just apologized for what he said to me.
Matchu🙊- Dude! That's great!
Me- No it's not. I'm all confused now. One minute he hates me, next he wants to be all buddy-buddy.
Matchu🙊- Just see where it goes. I gtg Nashy see you later ok?
Me- ok. Bye Matty.

AN: That was really short >.<
((Girl, it's 500 words+. Stfu and enjoy it))
Sowwie.. But I felt like I needed it to end there. Its in a super awkward place to stop but it might make sense in the next chapter!(:

((Nahhhhh it's not awkward, it's fine!))
Xoxo, Zoe✌
((+Amanda cuz I'm here... I'd like to be included too :P))