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

knocked down

Taylor looked at me, his eyes filling with hate. "Tay." I grabbed his arm.

"I don't deal with that shit." He
pushed my arm. "Where is he?"

"Taylor." I said hoping to calm him down.

"I said where is he!" He yelled.

"Science, Mr. Zeffirelli." I replied.

"Thank you." He said walking off down the hallway.

"Taylor please." I cried running after him. He continued walking until he came to the classroom and walked in. I chased him and watched as he yanked Nash out of his seat and slammed him against the wall.

"What did you do to him?" Taylor hissed.

"I didn't- What are you talking about?" Nash replied.

"That's right you don't know. Your such a prick. Don't you get that your hurting him?"

"Taylor I" Nash started before Taylor punched him hard, filling the silent room with a cracking sound.

"TAYLOR OFFICE. NOW!" The teacher screamed.

Taylor leaned down and whispered, "If you ever hurt him again I'll make you wish you were dead." The he stood up and walked out, locking eyes with me before going out the exit to the building. Suddenly a gush of pain hit me as I looked up and saw Amber slut standing in front of me.

"Did you just slap me?!" I yelled.

"Yes I did." She said before whispering, "Just go kill yourself gay boy." She pranced off into the class. "Nashy!" Nash looked up and locked eyes with me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I took off into a run and went out the exit. I saw Taylor standing on the side of the building with a lit cigarette.

"Tay!" I snatched the cigarette and stomped it out.

"Great, now look what you did." He gestured to the ground.

"Why the hell were you smoking!?" I yelled.

"I've always smoked." Tay said, pushing himself off the wall.

"Taylor!" I said in disbelief.

"Not everyone is as perfect as you, Dallas." Tay chuckled slightly, lighting a new cigarette.

"You think I'm perfect?" I asked, as I watched him inhale the smoke.

He exhaled, "No shit. Just fucking look at yourself. You know, I really don't get why you chase guys. You've got so many just waiting for you to turn around and see that they love you for you and not how hot you are." He finished the cigarette and walked to his car and whipped out of the school.

"Your friend throws a really good punch." A voice sounded behind me. "But I bet you can't." I turned to see a group of guys surrounding me.

"W what?" I stuttered as one hit me and knocked me over. Suddenly, I was being beaten into the gravel. Just as I thought I would die, they left. I wiped up my tears and told myself that I deserved it. I limped back into school when I was bumped into someone and my body started aching.

"Cameron what happened?!" I looked up to see Nash with his mouth open.

"N nothing." I stuttered again.

"Cameron." He asked again, worried.

"How's your jaw?" I asked trying to make conversation.

"This isn't about me. Who did this to you?" He looked at me.

"No one." I said trying to push past him.

"Who did it." He snapped, reminding me of Taylor.

"I said no-" Before I could finish my sentence, I started crying.

He pulled me into his arms as I cried. He ran his hand over my back. "Cameron please tell me who did this."

"I I don't know." I cried, "I didn't know them."

He pulled me even closer and kissed my forehead, "I should have been there with you."

My heart started pounding fast, "It wasn't your fault."

"I'm so so sorry I've been a jerk Cam." He said, still hugging me.

"It's fine." I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Can I come over later?" He asked, looking down at me.

"Y yeah." I smiled and he let go of me.

"I'll see you later." He kissed my cheek and walked away.

💖later💖

I walked into my house, dropping my backpack on the cold tile. I went to my room and changed. I waited and waited and ten o clock came around and I still hadn't heard from him. I slammed my phone on the ground angrily probably breaking it. I attempted to restrain from crying when I heard the doorbell. I ran down the stairs and swung open the door. "H-Hey." Nash smiled at me shivering.

"Your freezing come here." I pulled him in the house and shut the door.

"My car broke down, I'm sorry I'm late." He replied, pulling off his jacket.

"Don't be it's not your fault." I said.

"Can we cuddle?" He asked, making me blush. When we were best friends we used to cuddle all the time.

"Yeah." I said, pulling him to my room. We entered and I shut my door and looked at the floor.

He grabbed my hand and turned my body to face him. "What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing." I fake smiled at him.

"Cam." I refused to look at him, and stared at his socks. He tilted my him to look at him, "What else did they do to you?"

"Nothing but a few cuts and bruises." I answered.

"You lost something. I can see it in your eyes." He said, rubbing my jawline.

"Like what?" I asked, my eyes melting with his.

"Your beautiful smile, and your self confidence." He said, running his fingers through my hair.

"You think my smile is beautiful?" I asked, my heart filling with hope.

"I think that you are beautiful." He said, kissing my forehead. My arms found their way around his chest. "Remember that day when you told me that I didn't love you?"

"How could I forget?" I sighed.

"You never gave me a chance to say anything." He said, making me look at him.

"What were you going to say?" I asked.

"That I love you too."