Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

"Ok Kendall you can't keep anything from me anymore, I'm your best friend please tell what happened." Said Cam in a demanding tone, giving me a look that said he would make me tell him even if I didn't want him to.

"Ok fine"

I tell him everything about how me and Kian got together how I had the plan to play him, how I fell for him and thought he fell the same, and I ended with him cheating.

"And then after I thought I could trust him I walk in on him and that slut in MY fucking room!" I exclaim angrily,I say tugging on my hair to try and relieve my stress.

Kian isn't worth my tears. I sudden saw a very pissed off Cam get up and put his Jacket on. I immediately knew where this was going, he hates seeing me like this and is going to try and fix this. If I let him go after Kian then I will be in a even hole than before.

"Cam Stop." He turned to look at me.
"He isn't worth my time, or yours as much as I would love to see you kick his sorry ass I need sleep, and I know I won't be able to sleep being alone in your giant house."
He he rolled his eyes and sat on the couch next to me.
"Do you want me to sleep down here or do you want me to sleep next to you?" He asked.
I blushed. "Well I could you use another pillow." I said a smile coming up on my face.
Jeez Kendall you're such a slut you catch your boyfriend who you still have feeling that you won't admit about cheating. Then you're sleeping with a guy who you also love and is your best friend.
Ughhhhhh how come I have to find myself in a love triangle with a two totally different people.

Before I could think anymore my eyelids became heavy as I drifted off to sleep with Cams arms protectively wrapped around me.

(Just a heads up the next part will be her dreams which will lead to more stuff with this story)

I curled my last piece of hair and let it fall to the waist of my long white lace dress, as I looked at my reflection.

Perfectly curled hair
Check

Makeup
Check

Wedding dress
Check

Heels
Check

I just didn't feel complete.

"It's because your making a wrong descision." Said a voice that sounded like me.

I peered into the mirror only to see that it was completely black, not even a single shatter just pure darkness.

On the now black glass a girl shows up.

She looks awfully like me, but she seems darker, and depressed even.

"Darling we should've given Kian a chance, that's what's missing in our heart."

"But I'm happy I'm with Cameron." I said trying to convince myself.

It wasn't that I didn't love Cam, it's that Kian would always have a place in my heart.

"See we can try and make ourselves think we love someone but do we really?" Said my reflection.

"I love him and that's final." I said as I knocked the window over.

Glass shattered everywhere, and my reflection was gone.

*timeskip to wedding *
(I don't know much so bear with me😂)

Do you Cameron Dallas take Kendall Vertes as your wife?

"I do"
he said smiling his trademark smile at me.

Do you Kendall Vertes take Cameron Dallas as your husband?

" I- GCO"

"Wait!" Exclaimed a familiar voice from down the aisle.

"Kendall your rushing things I can't bear to see you with someone else much less get married to anyone but me, please stop." He exclaimed frantically as he reached me at the end of the wall.

Before I answered I looked up and saw that's all the walls were now mirrors, with my reflection smirking in the background.

I got up and knew I had to do something.

"This isn't real it's all a dream"
I said as I tapped the reflection of myself as it shattered all around me, drowning me in shattered glass.

That was when I woke up and found the note.

I snatched it from the foot of the bed.

It may have been fake but let that be a warning not to forget about anyone even yourself.

And at the bottom of the note a piece of black tinted shattered glass was taped to the note.

Then I woke up back into reality.

Ooh so now she's having weird dreams about her and Kian

Comment what you thought of the whole reflection thing

-Alli

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