Unexpected // sm

Chapter 14

        I looked up and saw him. Cam. My boyfriend. On top of her. Kissing her. He was shirtless. She was only in a bra. She had her hands all over him. His pants were undone. That girl from the first event, who only knew Taylor. That little rich girl. I knew I hated her. She knew we were together. It had been all over twitter and youtube and instagram and facebook and vine for several days now. But why. Sure Elizabeth was rude to her but she deserved it. But this? No one deserved this.

        Cam jumped off her and scrambled for his shirt. Elizabeth was already pushing him off the bed, going full bitch mode. She was saying something about him being a stuck up loser. Something about best friend. Something about a mistake. I stood there trying to pass the lump in my throat. I didn't deserve to be cheated on. Cam didn't seem to be that kind of person.

         I guess I was dead wrong. He had cheated on me and was. A couple days back he did the same exact thing, stopped texting me all of the sudden then got on twitter. That means this happened more than once. I felt like punching a wall, and crying at the same time. No. Don't let him get to you.

           I looked up at him. He was trying to get past Elizabeth who was still pushing him, very forcefully. I walked over to him and looked at his once gorgeous eyes. He said he was sorry. He was sorry. That's all. He started smiling and I even heard him laugh. The bastard had the nerve to laugh.

        "Well it's not like I even showed that much interest in you. You didn't think I like, loved you. Right? 'Cause that'd be stupid." Cam said as he flipped his hair out of his eyes. I looked up at him with no tears in my eyes but blurry vision.

        "Stupid. I know. Just like whatever we had." I whispered as I turned to the door. Flipping the girl off as I walked out.

          I went straight to my room and Elizabeth followed behind, but not before punching Cam in the nose, probably breaking it. She had done it before. She was my best friend. She knew me enough to just let it go once we got back to the room, she told me I needed sleep. That night she stayed beside me all night until i fell asleep. Elizabeth knew I needed someone beside me, but not lecturing me. And in that moment, she was all I had.