All That Matters - Cameron Dallas/Nash Grier (boyxboy)

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I was standing in the courtyard waiting for Nash, we meet here everyday. It had been twenty minutes now, I was tapping my foot impatiently. Another ten minutes and I gave up, walking back into the cafeteria. I happened to look over at one of the tables to see Nash sitting across a blonde girl who was laughing, followed by a "Oh, Nash! Your soo funny." I stomped out of the cafeteria and in the hallway. Nash literally blew me off for some blonde bimbo! My phone beeped in my pocket, I pulled it out to see a new unread message from Nash. I unlocked it reading the text, 'Hey, Emile is new and I wanted to show her around just like you showed me, so I can't make it to lunch.' I swear there was steam coming from my ears. I threw my phone at the wall. Thank God for Otterboxes. The bell sounded and I grabbed my phone and went into my math class, praying this day would be fucking over already.

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As the end of the day finally rolled around I was walking to my car. I finally get to talk to Nash. But as I got into my car my phone rang. "Hello?" I answered.

"Cam, hey!" It was Nash.

"Hey, where are you?" I asked seeing it was five minutes last when he would usually be here.

"About that, Emile is taking me to her house for dinner as a thank you for helping show her around." Nash said, I could basically see the smile on his face through the speaker.

"Oh. How nice." I managed to get out.

"Yeah, she said her mom makes the best pasta! Oh here she comes now, I'll call you later okay?" He said.

"Yeah, promise?" I asked, praying he would really call.

"Of course. I promise." He said quickly.

"Okay, lov-" I was about to say before his line went dead. I let out a stressed scream. She was stealing him from me. But he was going to call tonight though, right?

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Wrong. Nash didn't call, or even text. It had been two weeks. They only contact I had with him was a text saying that he would be riding home with Emile. I need him, he was my other half. I know that sounds cliche but I can't be this long without him. Even Taylor has spotted something off about me. I haven't even slept in a week, all I have been doing is staring at my phone waiting for him to call. He never did. He had even switched seats in the only class we have together to sit beside fucking Emile, and even though I stare at him the whole class, he didn't turn around one to look at me. It had been two weeks since he had talked to me, two weeks since I had my arms around him. I squeezed my eyes close, I fucking hate Emile. She is destroying us. The bell sounded to dismiss school. I got up and left my class, my backpack on one shoulder. I have been crying every night, and I look horrible.

"Emile! Wait up!" My head snapped up to see Nash running to the blonde.

"Where were you?" She asked like an overprotective mother.

"Just somewhere, I had to do something."

"Come on, babe." She said, wait what the fuck. Babe. Babe. Babe. Nash followed her out of the door. I held a scream as I went to my car. A few tears managed to slip my eyes. I was about to open my door when I saw a little yellow sticky note on my window.

"Fucking great." I mumbled, someone probably called me a fag again. I yanked it off and read it. My heart stopped. It said, "Love you."