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•Skylar's POV•
"I'm...pregnant," Tiffany tells Nash. Her voice kind of loud. That slut! Nash cheated on me! Shawn was right, I never should have trusted Nash. I'm glad I listened to Shawn. I never should've doubted Shawn. I just still can't believe this.
I only manage to hear certain parts of their conversation now. After Tiffany said that, Nash said, "Shh. Not so loud. She's in there."
"...haven't told her?" is all I heard from Tiffany, but it sounded like a question.
"...about..." Nash says, but I only catch bits and pieces.
I just decided to not eavesdrop on the rest of their conversation. Is 'her' supposed to be me? Or some other girl that Nash cheated on me with?
I need to talk with Shawn, but there's no way I can get out of this room. I walk to the door and set my hand on the knob thinking about whether or not I should go out there. I turn the knob and walk out, not making contact with either of them. I walk past like neither one of them is actually there.
"Skylar?" Nash tries to get my attention. I keep walking. I hold back my tears until I reach the spot right next to Shawn and the other guys outside.
"Nash...he chea-" I try to say.
"I know," Cameron cuts me off. "You don't have to say it. It hurts, doesn't it?" He continues.
Cameron comes over to me and hugs me. I sob on his shoulder. "It hurts so bad. Why would he do this to me?" I manage to say.
"It'll be okay. Just calm down. Shh," Cameron comforts me. I look over Cameron's shoulder and look at everybody else. They all look confused. It would make sense for only Cameron to know because he's Nash's best friend.
"Sky?" Shawn stands next to me with his arms wide open.
I unlatch from Cameron and switch to Shawn's arms and cry harder.
"What did he do to you?" Shawn asks.
"You were right. I'm sorry I ever doubted you," I talk quietly.
"Why don't we all go to a hotel tonight?" Shawn asks me.
"Don't make her leave, have Nash go to a hotel," Carter joins the conversation.
"It's fine. I want to be in a different scenery anyways. This house will just remind me of the good memories with...him," I make a disguised face when I saw 'him'.
"I'm coming with you guys," Cameron commands, talking to Shawn and I.
"I don't care at this point, but before we go I have to pack and there's one other thing I have to do," I explain.
"Skylar, are you going to do what I think you are?" Matt asks me.
"Probably," I respond with a simple word.
I walk back into the house. Nash and Tiffany are still standing outside my bedroom door and talking. I stay standing in one spot and glare at Nash with my arms crossed and leaning on one leg.
"Skylar! Why did you run out of here?" Nash comes by me and stands right in front of me.
I want to say so many things to him right now. I'm angry, but about to burst into tears. I'm almost glad this happened, so I will have a reason to break up with him, but I'm confused because I don't know why he would do this.
My anger takes the best of me and I slap him on his left cheek. "I think you know why I ran out. Don't ever speak to me again."
"What are you talking about?" Nash catches my hand as I try to walk away.
"Why don't you ask that slut?!" I gesture towards Tiffany. I get my hand away from Nash's grasp and run out. I guess I'm not grabbing any clothes. I'm in a tank top and yoga shorts, I should be fine.
"So, I wasn't able to get clothes." I say with my head down.
"Did you do it Sky?" Matt asks.
"Yeah. I slapped him right in the face," I respond.
"Frick, I wish I was there to see it!" Matt dramatizes.
"Hey, that's my line!" Brent informs Matt.
I'm too hurt to even laugh, or slightly smile. It's like I'm too depressed to even have emotions. I keep my head down.
I'm gonna try and smile like nothing's wrong, pretend like everything's okay, act like it's all perfect, even though it really hurts.
"Let's go the hotel Skylar," Shawn says.
"I'm coming too. I need to be there for her too," Cameron steps forward.
"Nash is going to need you Cam," I roll my eyes.
"I don't care. He hurt you, so if he's not going to be there for you, I will. Obviously Shawn too." Cameron insists.
"Fine. Let's go," Shawn gives in.
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We all got settled into the hotel room. It was about a 20 minute drive. I decide to go onto Twitter and look at my notifications. I'm still getting hate about dating Nash, time to tweet.
Tweet to @nashgrier:
Don't worry everybody, no need to hate on me anymore. I broke up with @nashgrier , but I don't think he's still free for dating. #GoodLuckNashGirls
I read over it. Maybe I shouldn't mention Nash in it. Oh well. I tweet it out for all of my followers to see.
Only seconds later I get a reply from Nash.
From @nashgrier: @skylarmendes please let me explain. You haven't even heard the whole story. How can I make this up to you?
I can't believe him. Communication over Twitter? Probably because he thinks I won't say anything too harsh because it's public.
Reply from @skylarmendes: @nashgrier let you explain?! I've heard enough. There's no way you can make this up to me. Even if I still like you, WE are never happening again.
From @nashgrier: @skylarmendes she means nothing to me!
Reply from @skylarmendes: @nashgrier then why is she pregnant?!
That's probably a bad idea to tweet that, but at this point, I don't care.
The next tweet that comes in completely shocks me.
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