The MagCon Ships I: Best Friends In Love (Cash)(BoyxBoy)

Chapter 82 - Family

NASH'S POV

We made it to the hotel and boy am I tired. All this emotional and physical stress is really getting to me.

We followed the same scheme, using the buddy system in the hotel rooms. But we can't afford it if Shawn and Taylor had to be in separate rooms, it would cost us a couple more bucks. So the two jacks had to share it with one of them. Gilinsky with Taylor and Johnson with Shawn. Shawn, why can't he get out of my head? I keep thinking of him, constantly worried of how he is. I know that I shouldn't be all over him but, as much as I love Cam, Shawn holds a special place in my heart. He's my best friend, my best mate, my brother.

"Is that text bothering you?" Cam asked, bringing me back to reality.

"Kind of..." I mumbled. "Who would want to get in between our relationship?" Cam stood against the wall beside the bed where I was sitting, leaning on it.

"Garfield." He answered, clenching his fist.

"I really don't think tha-"

"Nash." Cam growled, I turned my head to look at him, he was shaking, closing his eyes. He was trying to hold in his anger. "I know for a fact it's Garfield."

I didn't speak. I wouldn't want to send Cam over the cliff and make him lose his temper and then we'll get into another fight. Hell, if Shawn ignoring me already eats me up, how much more if my very own boyfriend does that...again.

"Okay..." I said softly. Cam turned away and started heading for the door. "Where are you going?" I asked.

"To get some air." He answered before shutting the door behind him.

This text, it's really bothering him...more than it bothers me. Who the hell could it be? As much as I know Andrew, I cant help but look at him as a suspect. Shawn...it pains me to make him a suspect too. Why the hell does everyone want meeeeee.

I let my back fall against the soft bed, bouncing a couple times before finally coming to a stop. I look at the side table and saw that Cam left his phone.

Should I? Should I call the number?

Sigh.

I reached for his phone and unlocked it, going to his messages to read that text again.

"Stay away from him, he's mine."

I stared blankly at the number, still contemplating whether or not I should dial it.

Hell, I will if it gives me the slightest clue of who this bitch-slash-bastard is.

It rang...and rang...and rang...

Then finally picked up.

I couldn't hear anything from the other side of the line, nothing. Just noise, plain noise. The brushing of the wind and the hustling of the trees. I didn't dare say a word, this person can be deadly, this person could be a serial killer.

After two whole minutes of silence, I hung up. I let out a sigh, it was kind of pointless.

I let my head fall back down on the comfy mattress, staring at the ceiling. My mind was blank, a complete, significant, blank. My eyes begin to shut but I fought to keep them open. But in this war, losing was inevitable. I was tired, drained, emotionally and physically. A long nap is something I needed now. I let my body relax and gave in to my eyes closing. Slowly, falling asleep.

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I was awoken by the sensation of being stripped naked, someone tugging my clothes off of me. I open my eyes and lift my head to see who it was.