One In a Million {Nash Grier & Cameron Dallas Fanfiction}

Chapter 14- Accusations

POV: Sydney

"Sooo what do you want to do next?" Cameron asked laughing. "We've already watched like 3 movies and gone to the park and took selfies and played call of duty. I don't think there's much else to do." He sighed as he smiled at me.

My heart swelled when he smiled.

"Hmmm we could-" I was interrupted by the loud ringing of Cameron's phone.

He looked at me apologetically as he got off the couch and walked a distance away to answer it.

"Yeah I'm with her, why wouldn't I be?" He asked confused. "Bro, why are you so pissed- hello?" He walked back over looking at me questioningly.

"What was that about?" I asked as he plopped back onto the couch next to me and I lay my legs across his lap as I look up at him.

"It was Nash, he asked if I was with you and I said yeah then he's like 'how could you do this?!' and I'm like woah what's your problem, but he hung up." He explained informally.

"Are you sure he meant me? Did he actually say my name?" I asked suspiciously.

"Well... Not really, but I assumed he meant you..." He said guiltily.

"Aww- I mean, you need to call him back and tell him what you meant! You don't want to cause anything.." I said quickly pushing his phone at him.

"Alright alright, but I'm sure everything is fine." Cameron chuckled as he dialed Nash's number.

It had been almost a half second before he took the phone of of his ear. "It went straight to voice mail..." He said now worried.

"That can't be good." I said getting up and trying to find my phone.

"What could've happened in the minute he hung up?" Cameron asked to no one in particular as he handed me my phone.

I shrugged and gasped, "I have 7 missed calls from Sam!"

"Well, that's not a good sign either..." Cameron trailed off as he tried Nash again, but got nothing.

"Try again! Maybe he just has bad signal!" I said as I dialed Sam's number.

POV: Nash

"Are you with her?!" I about screamed into the phone as soon as Cameron answered.

Uh yeah why wouldn't I be? He answered confused.

Tears came to my eyes. Which was weird because I never really cried.

"How could you do this?" I asked angry again.

Why are- I cut him off by hanging up.

I threw down the phone furious.

I was going to kill him.

I gripped the steering wheel with all the strength I had, narrowing my eyes.

I was so angry and caught up in what was in front of me that I didn't notice that a car was backing out of a driveway not more than 3 ft in front of me.

Not until I felt the impact.