Empty Promises // s.m.

magcon: day 2

^^^^^^ that's Brad^^^^^^^

I slept in their room after that, everyone asking me what had happened. I told them everything and Jack apologized that we had to do that. They did congratulate me on getting into Stanford though. I suppose I should be happy, it's just that too much has happened with my best friend.

"Paisley, Kelly is calling you." Nash shakes me and my eyes open. I sit up in his bed and rub my eyes. He hands me my phone.

"Hello?" -Paisley

"I'm taking you down to Victoria's Secret at 2:00." -Kelly

"Alright. I'll meet you at your room then?" -Paisley

"Yes. I'm so proud of you." -Kelly

"Thanks." -Paisley

Kelly hangs up and I put my phone back on the nightstand, groaning and laying back down.

"You should actually get up soon." Nash pats my back from beside me. Yes, we slept in the same bed.

"I don't want to." I shove my face into the pillow just as someone knocks on the door.

"I'll get it." Cameron jumps off his bed and runs to the door. "Paisley, it's for you."

Shawn walks in and takes one look at Nash and I before turning around.

"God, Shawn!" I yell and jump up after him.

"Feisty." Cameron shakes his head as I run past him.

I reach Shawn and pull his arm hard, so that he falls back a step.

"Jeez, Paisley." He rubs his arm and sighs.

"You aren't even giving me a chance at all to explain." I groan.

"Pretty sure I saw you in bed with Nash." Shawn rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, sleeping."

"Sure." He folds his arms.

"I don't like Nash, idiot. I like you." 

"It seems like it." Shawn looks away from me.

I sigh and look at him briefly before kissing him. I push him back against the wall and pull away. "Yeah, I don't like you."

Shawn has a smirk on his face when I frown. "We can continue that."

"Sure." I roll my eyes and walk back to our room, sliding my key through.

"You really didn't do anything?" Shawn clarifies.

"Barely even touched." I open the door and stop dead in my tracks when I see a girl in the bathroom. "Ugh!" I scream and go to my suitcase, packing the rest of the clothes in it.

"Pais." He comes over to me and touches my shoulder. 

"Don't call me that and don't you ever touch me again." I order, as a tear rolls down my cheek.

"I promise you, I love you." Shawn pleads.

"And I'm the slut." I sob and zip up the suitcase fully before grabbing my laptop and charger.

"Should I stay or?" The girl looks at us.

"Get the fuck out!" I point to the door and she rolls her eyes and leaves.

"Stop. You don't even know why she was here or who she even is." Shawn wraps me into his arms.

"Who then?" I bite my lip so I stop crying.

"She's my tutor. I have something to tell you." He sits on the ground, pulling me onto his lap. "I got a call this morning regarding yesterday's performance. They want me to start touring the US with the rest of the guys."