It's Complicated... (Sequel to HELP; Cameron Dallas and Dolan twins fanfic)

Chapter 12

I creep down the stairs and scan the living room. I don't see Grayson. The sun is barely out, so I turn on the lamp near the door. I now look around, and still no Grayson. He actually left the apartment because of this. I have to find him, but where could he have gone? Most places are closed by now. Well, I know one place that's not...

I rush back upstairs to find on some actual clothes. I can't go out in public with a night gown, so I put on some jeans with a flannel cardigan and white t shirt. I run back down stairs and head out. I look down the street and find the one place open tonight. It's the only place he could be. The diner. This won't end well but I have to talk to him one way or another.

I run down the street until I arrive at the destination. I look through the large windows and find Grayson sitting at a table, sipping on a vanilla milkshake while looking through my phone. He's reading all my texts without my permission. That's an invasion of privacy. I then calmly open the doors to the diner, which was surprisingly filled with a lot people. I go over to Grayson and stand in front of the table. He looks up at me and gives me a really dirty look. He then looks back at my phone and continues to scroll through.

"Leave me alone," he says nonchalantly, then continues the milkshake. He's acting like I was freaking sending Cameron nudes or something. I didn't do anything wrong and he's being a douche about it. And that milkshake is just really annoying me right now, I don't even know why. A sudden rage of anger completely fills my body, and I turn into a completely different person. I rip the milkshake from under his mouth and hold it in my hand. Grayson looks at me then rolls his eyes.

"Give it back slut," he staring me in the eye with his eyebrows raised. I force a smile on my face, the release the milkshake from hands. The glass shatters all over the floor, and I can tell everyone's looking at us now.

"WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?!" Grayson yells, standing up.

"Me? You're the one being a complete dick just because of Cameron," I shot back.

"I don't know what Cameron sees in you really. He can have you."

"That's not what you said last night."

"Last night? You mean the night you spent cheating on me?" I hear a couple people watching us gasp. Oh well.

"I DIDN'T CHEAT! WE'RE JUST FRIENDS!" I yell as loud as I could.

"Then why'd you call him your babe?"

"I didn't!"

"Nice lying I have the proof right here," he responds showing me my phone.

"IT'S CALLED AUTOCORRECT!"

"It's called you're a slut."

"IT'S CALLED YOU HAVE JEALOUSY ISSUES!" I scream, followed by a teasing laugh.

"Why would I be jealous of a homeless slut who thinks she's someone?"

That's it. That was too far. Tears begin to form, but this isn't the time or place.

"Yeah that's right. You're homeless Skylar. Why do you think you're important? I mean, you're texting Cameron a lot. Why? Is it because you think he likes you? Trust me, he doesn't. No one does. At least I never said or wrote anything to make you feel like trash," Grayson says a little quieter.

How could I forget? The journal! He said that he hated me! "Remember you said that you hated everything about me. And you called me stupid."

"I write that about BROOKLYN not you genius. And why did you read my journal? So you never did trust me? This whole relationship was a lie?" he says, sounding a little bit hurt. "Here, take your phone. I don't want anything to do with you." With that, he walked out the door. And I wouldn't bother to chase him. I feel like I blame myself for a lot of things that aren't my fault, but this actually is. I didn't have to start a fight with him. I could've just left when he told me to. I can't believe I let my dumb feelings change me like that. I sit at the table and place my head down. I cry loudly, I don't care anymore. I actually lost everything. Grayson just broke up with me, and I guess I could live with Cameron, but it's not the same. I really do love Grayson, but I know he hates me. I guess you could say I've gotten into a lot of fights, but none as big as this one. I hate myself more than anything right now. Everyone in the diner is super quiet right now, and I know they're all staring at me. I hate this attention. I hate this diner. It's official, I'm never coming back here. Nothing good ever happens when I step for in the building. Cameron cheated on me here, I broke Ethan's heart here, and Grayson broke mine.

About 5 minutes later, I hear someone sit in the chair across the table. I look up and find a middle aged woman.

"Baby I know what you're going through. Something similar happened to me when I was around your age," she says calmly. "Tell me what happened."

"It's a long story," I answer laughing a little bit at how weak my voice sounds. My throat is completely destroyed after screaming followed by crying.

"I have time. Now talk," she replies, eager to hear.

"Okay, where do I start. So Grayson, you know who that is by now, kinda beat me up one time. And Cameron, who I'm just friends with, saved me. And I guess I like Cameron at first, but then I realized he wasn't really good for me. I met Ethan, who Grayson's brother, but that story didn't end too well. Grayson was the only one who I actually loved, and I still love him. But he thinks I like Cameron, and it's a whole mess right now," I say and my voice cracks.

"Mhm. You sure you don't like Cameron? Because I used to deny liking my husband too, but I realized he treated me better than anyone else could. My story is similar to yours. Want to hear it?" she asks smiling. I nod my head excitedly.

"So when I was around 17, my parents got a divorce. I was forced to live with my dad, who was moving to New York. I used to live in Oregon, where my ex boyfriend was. I thought he was the one, and I didn't want to leave him. But it turns out he was cheating on me with one of my friends. And when I moved here, I was still convinced that me ex loved me. But I met my husband. Now, at first, I didn't like him at all. I was still all over my ex. But my husband treated me better than anyone ever could. I did like him. I talked to him all the time, he always made me laugh. Did I admit that I like him? Of course not. I kept telling myself that my ex was my only love. But after a while, I couldn't hold back my feeling anymore. And I kissed my husband for the very first time, and I knew I was in love. And you know what his name is?" I shook my head no.

"His name is Cameron."

"I don't believe you," I say with completely shocked. She something out of her purse, then showed it to me. It was wedding pictures. Yeah, his name was Cameron.

"Believe me now?" she asked and I nodded my head. But I still don't like Cameron.

My phone suddenly vibrates. I check, and find a text from Cameron telling me to meet him at the diner. I respond, saying that I'm already here. I then shut down my phone.

"You never answered my question. Are you sure you don't like Cameron?" she asks me, bringing my attention towards her.

"Yeah I'm  sure that I don't like him. We're just friends," I respond. I feel like said that I don't like Cameron a million times. Why doesn't anyone believe me?

About 2 minutes later, Cameron showed up at the diner. Once he found our table, he came over and gave me a huge hug. Once I released, he took a seat in my chair. He then patted his thigh, signaling me to sit on his lap.

"No," I say with a slight laugh.

"Come on, just do it. Yolo," he insisted. Because there is literally no where else, I sit on his lap and roll my eyes.

"So I'm guessing your Cameron?" the lady asked, drawing our attention.

"Yeah, it's nice to meet you," Cameron says with a wide smile.

"I don't like being a third wheel so I'll leave you two alone."

"Well it was nice meeting you," I quietly say.

"You too, Skylar."

Thank you so much for 1k reads for Help! Hope you enjoy this chapter.
-Danielle❤️