Brokenhearted (a Taylor Caniff fanfic )

Chapter 8

Parker's POV

I woke up to sound of footsteps pacing back and fourth. My eyes slowly fluttered opened and adjusted to the light beaming in through the windows. Cameron was pacing around the room he seemed to be pondering over something. I sat straight up, worry rushing over me.

"Cameron, what's wrong?" I questioned and he jumped, startled by my sudden action.

"I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" he asked as he strolled over in my direction and crouched down beside me.

"No." I lied. "What's going on?" I went back to my original question.

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it. Look I've got to get ready, I called room service to bring you some breakfast it should be here any minute." He informed me. "I'm gonna take a sower." I nodded slightly still not believing it was simply just nothing. It kinda hurts that he won't tell me what's bothering him. After we opened up to each other last night I would imagine we could tell each other anything, but apparently I was wrong. I'm not gonna lie, it stings a little.

I was drawled from my thoughts by a knock coming from the door. I got up and answered the door, it was room service with a cart full of my favorite breakfast items. There was coffee, bacon, chocolate chip pancakes, eggs sunny side up, and toast on the side. It looked delicious, and it smelt like heaven. I thanked the man and insisted he charged the bill to my room instead of Cameron's.

I scarfed down more of the food than I thought I would. I guess I was hungrier than I thought. I had just pushed away from the table when Cameron came out of the bathroom, he looked as handsome as always. He wore a pair of dark faded blue jeans, a red and blue button up flannel, red vans, and his hair was done in its usual small quiff.

I sent him a warm smile, to my surprise he didn't return it.

"Okay Cameron quit with the bullshit and tell me what's bothering you." I snapped and rolled my eyes in frustration with him being distant.

"Look Parker, Carter was not happy this morning when he saw us together. Apparently he likes you. I talked to Nash and told him what really happened and I tried to explain to Carter, but he won't listen to me." Those word made my heart drop. I couldn't quite comprehend what he was saying. First, Carter likes me? why? Since when? why didn't he tell me? I don't believe one word of that. Carter likes the model type girls and that most definitely isn't me. Second, he explained to Nash what really happened? did he tell him about how he caught me at one of my lower point, dead in the middle of me cutting? oh my god? Did he tell him he saw me naked? what all did he tell him? I trusted Cameron not to tell anyone any of the things I told him last night. How could he lose that trust within less than twenty-four hours. Why would he do that? everything I told him was really personal.

"No Parker I didn't." he said and I looked at him puzzled. "i didn't tell Nash any of the things that happened or what you told me." okay so now he reads my mind? "all I told him was that you were having a hard time and I took you down to the beach to have a talk with and that you didn't want to be alone so I offered for you to sleep here."

"Okay but I still don't understand why Carter is upset. I haven't even talked with him really." I said standing from my previous sitting position at the table.

"I don't know, but I've gotta go." he said im heading for the door in a rush.

"Okay. Bye." I replied, but he was already gone.

I pulled out my phone and noticed the time was already almost noon.

Oh shit!

MAGCON!

I almost forgot. How could I have forgotten the whole reason I'm here. I quickly cleaned up the mess I had made during breakfast. I folded the blankets from our pallet and neatly placed them back into the closet before running out the door to mine and Haley's room.

I knocked urgently and moments latterly Haley appeared in the doorway already dressed. She wore black high waisted shorts with rhinestones in the pockets, a white and black tank, black vans, her hair was straightened and she wore a beanie to top it off.

"Where the hell have you been? you never came back last night." she glared at me obviously not happy.

"I stayed wit Cameron. It was no big deal. I'm fine. Calm down." I replied steeping through the door.

"No big deal my ass. Do you know how worried I was?" she snapped.

"I'm sorry, mom. I'll make sure to call next time." I groaned. "Damn" she looked taken back by my words. "Look I'm sorry, but you've got to stop hovering me. I know you're worried and I'm sorry I know it's my fault, but honestly just chill." She nodded and I went on about my business. I know I'm being a really bad friend, but it's for the best. She needs to forget about me. She'll be going home at the end of the summer and I'll be on my own. This is the only way.

I grabbed my clothes from the corner and made my way to the bathroom. I turned the hot water on and undressed while I waited for it to heat up. I jumped in and washed quickly before turning it off and wrapping a towel around my body and hair. I dried myself and put on some dark faded denim shorts, a lacy red tank top that stopped just above my diamond belly ring, and black combat boots. I then applied my usual makeup, a little foundation, smokey eye shawdow, and mascara. I blow dried my long dark brown locks and let it flow down my back in its natural waves. I put in a little perfume and brushed my teeth before exiting the bathroom.

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Girls were already in line outside the venue. They were all so pretty, why would the boys approach us when they have these gorgeous, model like girls just waiting for them to take their pick.

I'm insecure.

It's like a monster on my shoulder. I can't run from it or hide, it always seems to creep up and find me. I can't seem to get away from it. It's my greatest fault, and it's going to eventually destroy me along with everyone I've built a relationship with.

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