NASH'S POV
"I like you." I uttered.
Cam raised his eyebrows, looked down and continued walking. He didn't say anything. Nothing. He just left me there, hanging, unwanted, broken, and hurt.
I took a deep breath and just trailed behind him, looking down to the floor. I knew that I can't look at him again after what just happened like, forty seconds ago. Cam continued to go around the store and place things in the cart, and he did all of this without even turning to look at me. It's like he didn't care if I was still with him or not. I was literally broken. How could he do this to me? I work up the courage and guts to confess to him and he just leaves me? What did I do to deserve this?
I just want to get home. I want to shut my bedroom door, and cut my arm. Yes, I've cut before and fortunately it didn't leave any scars. For me, self harm is my way of letting it all out.
Tears began forming in my eye, I quickly wipe it off with my hand. I can't cry, not here, not now, not with Cam.
We finally got to the cashier, I still quietly trailed behind him. After paying, he got the brown paper bags.
"Let's go." He says while glancing at me. He looks like nothing happened. Fuck, Cameron. Why.
We got in the car, I buckled my seat belt as Cam started to exit the parking lot. I looked out the window, daydreaming of the many possible ways that my confession could have ended. He could have kissed me. He could've said that he was straight and that he only sees me as his best friend.. He could have asked me to be his boyfriend. But yet, he goes with ignoring me and walking away.
I was lifeless right now. I feel like nothing could hurt more than what Cam did. My eyes were dull, not having any emotion in them.
I felt something touch my hand. Something warm. It felt like-like-a hand. Wait, a HAND?
I quickly turned my head to see that Cam was holding my hand. I didn't move, he started moving to clasp it, intertwining with my fingers. I was confused. What is he doing? I wasn't in the mood for talking so I just left it there. I'll ask him some time later on. Maybe after I cut.
He dropped me off, the whole ride home was silent, none of us said anything. I took my time walking to the door, trying to convince Cam that I wasn't in a hurry. Once I got in, I ran upstairs to my room and grabbed a cutter from my study desk. I went in my bathroom. I started to burst into tears. Screaming and punching the sink. I look at myself in the mirror, my eyes were reddish, I'm ugly and unloved. I sat on the floor and pressed the sharp blade on my left wrist.
One cut.
Blood quickly came trickling down my rist and to the floor. It stings, it hurts. But it felt a little good.
Two.
Three.
Four.
I stopped when I heard footsteps in my room. Mom? Hayes? Skylynn? No. It can't be Sky,and it can't be mom. The footsteps were hard, loud and sturdy, it's either Hayes or...
Cameron.
A/N: Sorry this was shorter than the past chapters. It's hard to update everyday when I have like, 99 things to do. Get this chapter up to 15 votes please? And I'll put the next chapter up. I'll be waitiiing :)
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