Cameron's POV
We laid on the roof for a couple of minutes, my left hand intertwined with her right hand.
"Should we go back?" Her sweet soft voice spoke to me.
"Do we have to?"
"Well Nash...." She was about to say something, but I pulled her up and we began walking down the stairs.
As we turned the corner of the hallway, I caught a glimpse of a red familiar shirt. Nash. My first instinct was to let go of Scarlets hand. I didn't look towards her I just kept looking in front. I was right. It was Nash. He came charging towards me and slammed me against the wall.
"Why the fuck are you with Scarlet? You fucking asshole." Gilinsky came towards his side and pulled him off. Once again I felt anger and I was just tired of everyone blaming me for everything that happens to Scarlet. I pushed Nash back.
"Asshole? Oh Nash if only you were there. This little bitch was about to throw herself off the roof if it wasn't for me. Yet I got nothing in return. Not even a blow job. It's a shame that she's willing to do it for a stranger and not me. " I rolled my eyes and chuckled.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Once again I got slammed up against the wall. They're really truly antagonizing me. I pushed Nash back with all my force making him fall on his ass.
"Leave me alone." I stated and proceeded to walk to my room.
Scarlets POV
I watched as he left my sight. What just happened? I thought he was actually changing. Why the fuck did he lead me on like that? I looked to Nash panting and probably trying to figure out what just happened.
His words.
The nice ones.
The gentle ones.
The supportive ones.
The hurtful ones.
The ones that break through my heart.
They all disappeared my mind. The only ones that stuck to me were leave me alone.
Leave you alone Cameron? Fine I will. I'm not going to allow myself to get hurt by anyone. Especially Cameron.
