Shatter Me ( cameron dallas )

Chapter 48 - goodbye

a/n: oh hi

Sorry for this chapter

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I NEED NAMES FOR A SEQUEL PLEASE HELP

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Bye!
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* Alia's POV *

"Are you in love with Alia?" Cameron asks. I stand on the other side of the slightly ajar door to the deck. I listen silently, hoping for an answer. Nash sighs.

"Yeah," Nash plainly says. My jaw drops, I lean up against the wall and slide down it. My breath hitches. It feels as if the whole world stops. I hear a loud pop and a groan of pain. I stand up and push myself onto the deck. Cam's fists are clenched, along with his jaw, fire fills his brown eyes. Nash stands, holding his jaw, pain in his bright blue eyes.

"Cameron Alexander Dallas!" I exclaim, more shocked than ever. I haven't spoken his full name in so long.

"What the fuck?" Nash yells, his voice quivering.

"Nash! Watch your language!" I retort.

"Get out of my house." Cameron plainly states. Me and Nash stare, both in shock, at Cam. "NOW!"

"Fine." Nash storms off the deck and up to his room. I give cameron one last look of shock.

"You can sleep on the couch tonight." And with that I storm off to help Nash. He has an old suitcase in the middle of his bed. He keeps throwing different clothing items into his bag. He looks so frustrated.

"Nash," I try to get his attention but he continues rushing around. "Nash," I try once again, but again fail to get his attention. "Nash!" I yelp, my voice cracks as tears push at the back of my eyes, begging me to cry. He stops and looks at me. His arms go limp at his side, he drops the shirt in his hand, I see tears start to fall out of his eyes. I rush toward him and hug him, we both struggle to hug correctly with my big stomach. "Shhh, I'll unpack your bag for you, get comfortable. We can have a night to ourselves. We can watch movies and play board games. Okay?" I ask. He nods. I smile a broken smile and start unpacking his bag for him. He goes into his bathroom and comes out when all of his clothes and items have been put away. Cameron knocks on the door. I walk over and open it, step out, then close it behind me.

"I'm not sleeping on the couch and I will not stand to have him in my house any longer!" He bellows. I flinch at his voice.

"If you don't want to sleep on the couch, you could go spend the night somewhere else." I rudely state. He takes in a deep breath as if he is about to shout something again then doesn't. He lets out the breath and walks down the hallway to our room. I go back inside Nash's room. He has already picked something on Netflix.

"Ready?" He questions.

"Yeah, what movie are we watching?" I question, getting comfortable on top of his bed.

"World War Z!" He exclaims. I chuckle at his enthusiasm and nod.

"I guess." I say. He starts the movie and not five minutes into it cameron knocks on the door. We pause the movie and I slip out of the room. Cam has thrown on a sweatshirt, his hair is messy, and he's wearing a pair of sweatpants. With him he has a suitcase. A big suitcase. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me.

"Goodbye." He whispers as our heads lean against each others. He drops his hands and leaves. I listen in the silence of the house as his car pulls away from the house. I don't know where he is going but I know it's no where special if he's dressed like that. He's probably going to his mom's house. I go back into Nash's room and continue the movie with him.

Goodbye.

* Cameron's POV *

I finish fixing my hair in the hotel mirror.

"You clean up nicely, babe." Her sweet voice fills my head. I shake my head quickly.

"No!" I whisper-yell. I will not think of her tonight. I'm going to the bar, and I'm getting drunk. I'm almost 21 now. I can do what I want. I look at my outfit in the mirror. A navy button-up shirt, black skinny jeans, and my black vans. I nod at myself and head out. I grab the hotel room key and my car keys as I leave.

Once I arrive at the bar, I park my car and head inside. Loud music fills my ears. People dance all over the place. But I'm not here to dance, i'm here to drink. I take a spot at the bad next to a tall, buff, guy with tons of tattoos, and a blonde girl in a black dress that is way to short. I have to admit she was gorgeous.

"What can I get ya?" A bar tender asks me.

"Whatever is the strongest you got." I say and shake my head. He brings out a bottle and pops off the cap. I take it from him and lay a 10 dollar bill in front of me for him. I put the bottle up.

"Cheers." I take the bottle to my lips and down the substance. It burns in my throat. I keep drinking. I finish the bottle and get another. I drink and drink until I finish three bottles and feel dizzy, and drunk. The blonde keeps looking at me and I can't help myself anymore.

Here goes nothing.