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

Chapter 32

POV: Cameron

"Dude, I feel like I should really tell you what's going on with Sydney..." I turned to Nash looking nervous.

"What's to tell? She's got a hangover, right?" I asked skeptically.

Nash sighed and shook his head.

"I- I really shouldn't tell you... She's supposed to be the one to tell you, but I don't like lying to you." He explained, his eyes flickering to the top of the stairs nervously.

He took a deep breath before continuing. "Now before you make any hasty accusations you must remember that it was definitely NOT her fault." He explained quickly his eyes wide with sincerity.

"Promise me right now that you will not scream and yell at her, because she loves you more than anything and she felt like you would hate her if she told you. She couldn't live with that." He stated raising his eye brows at me.

"I-I promise... Now, what's this about?" I asked suspiciously, fear rising in my chest.

"Sydney's... Sydney's pregnant Cam..." Nash stated quietly, them ducked his head down in shame. Afraid of what my reaction would be, no doubt.

My heart stopped, I think.

Not possible.

There's no way.

I would never be that stupid...

But wait, we never-

"Shit." Was the only thing I said before sitting back and crossing my arms across my chest glaring at nothing.

"Look, she was gonna tell you. She just didn't know how... But that's why she's been sick a lot over the past week and that's why the night she was really drunk-" I cut Nash off bitterly.

"She disappeared with her other boyfriend and he got her pregnant right?" I shot at him, now glaring at him. "I don't see how this is NOT her fault. I also don't see how I can't be mad because I am beyond pissed that my GIRLFRIEND cheated on me!" My voice started to raise angrily.

"No you don't understand-" But I cut him off again.

"No I understand perfectly! The girl that I love is pregnant with someone else's baby and now your trying to defend her?!" I accused him loudly, not even bothering to stay quiet. "The only explanation is that it was YOU wasn't it Nash?!" I looked at him harshly.

Nash shook his head.

"Dude you KNOW I would never do that to you! You also should KNOW that I like Sam not Sydney!" He yelled back at me, not trying to stay calm anymore.

I looked at him, not convinced.

"Even if you don't believe me, you should know that she didn't cheat on you." He stated quietly.

"How? How is that not considered cheating?!" I screamed my voice breaking at the end. I felt like I was gonna cry, but I couldn't do it in front of Nash. I'd seem weak.

"It's not cheating because that night... Sydney was raped." Nash said simply while looking straight at me.

Again, my heart stopped.

"What?" I breathed. I could barely breath.

"When she went out for that dare, she fell and she couldn't get back up. Somebody picked her up. She thought it was someone she knew, and for all we knew it was, but he wasn't as trustworthy as she thought..." He sighed rubbing his temples.

I didn't answer, I was too busy talking to myself in my head.

Who would do that to her?

WHY would they do that to her?

Why didn't she just tell me?

Why didn't I realize it and go after her outside?

"Why didn't you just start out with the.... rape part? Would've saved a lot of yelling and confusion." I asked as I sat back down on the couch and put my forehead in my hands.

"So, your not mad?" Nash asked confused.

"Except for wanting to stab whoever did it? No. I'm not mad at her..... or you." I added. "I'm sorry I accused you of that dude... I was just distressed and I wasn't thinking straight..." I trailed off ashamed.

"That's okay bro, but you should know that I would never do that to you. Nor would I ever lie to you in general... Okay that's a lie, I won't steal yo girl though." He laughed, but stopped immediately remembering that this wasn't a laughing matter.

"No matter how much more good looking I am." He added smirking.

I couldn't help but crack a smile despite the situation.

"In your dreams dude." I stated flexing a bicep at him smirking.

Nash bursted out laughing, but didn't say anything against it.

"You might wanna go comfort your girl so that my girl can come down here and cuddle with me." Nash whispered raising his eye brows.

I laughed and nodded.

I hopped off the couch and went up to my room.

As soon as I walk in I feel a pillow hit my face.

"Ow! What was that for?" I whispered into the dark.

"For yelling and screaming downstairs! It took forever to get her asleep and you guys are gonna wake her up!" Sam whisper yelled.

"Sorry... I've come to relieve you of your duties." I explained quietly as my eyes adjusted to the dark.

"Oh thank The Lord, my back is cramping up and it's weird with her sleeping on my lap." I could just make out Sam sitting with her back against the back board of the bed and the hunched shape of Sydney laying with her head in Sam's lap.

I walked over quickly to Sam's side of the bed and helped her lift Sydney's head from her lap and put it on a pillow.

Sam hopped off the bed and twisted her back, causing a series of popping noises.

"Gross." I whispered wrinkling up my face.

"Whatever, jerk. Make sure she doesn't scream in her sleep and rub her back if she starts to squirm. It comforts her." She stated quietly as she inched towards the door. "I'll be downstairs, asleep, if you need me." She yawned before leaving the room, closing the door behind her.

I sat down on the bed, right beside Sydney's head. I sighed as I stroked her head lightly.

She was so beautiful it hurt.

No matter who the father of the child is, the child will be just as beautiful as her. Boy or girl, it didn't matter.

I would love them no matter what.

That is, if she still wants me in her life after she finds out who the father is... I doubt she would want the child to have a rapist father in their life, but she never ceases to surprise me.

I smiled slightly when Sydney curled up into me, using my thigh as a pillow.

But that doesn't matter right now.

Right now, all that matters is her and that she will be happy.

The last thoughts I had before slipping into an uncomfortable sleep was of how much I loathed the guy who will put her through so much pain.