Carter and Shawn's lips were connected in a kiss in the middle of the hallway. "What the hell?" I think I said a little too loudly. Carter snapped away and looked at me.."Nash..please don't tell Cameron.." She said.
I begged Nash not to tell Cameron that I had just kissed Shawn. Nash looked at us blankly before turning around and running. "What if he says something to Cameron?" Shawn asked. "Then Cameron finds out..listen Shawn he can't control me..I've made my decision." I smiled taking his hand again as we finished walking out the hall.
Should I tell Cameron? I walked swiftly out of the hallway and began to walk to the room. "Nash! Hey man where were you at?" I heard Cameron call. "Oh no where I was looking for you.." I lied. "Oh cool, so you want to go to the pool?" Cameron asked. I nodded and I fallowed him, trying to fight the temptation of telling him. "So there's a party tonight in the club on top of the hotel..wanna go?" Cam asked. "Uh, sure.." I shrugged. "What's the matter?" He asked. "Cameron..I'm gonna tell you something..don't freak out..Carter is d-dating.." I stuttered. "Who?! Taylor!!" He yelled. "No..she's dating Shawn.." I sighed looking at the ground. "Shawn?! Shawn Mendes?" He asked unbelieving. "Okay..listen I have a plan to break them up though.." I said. "I'm listening.." He said. "Okay, So you were talking about that club right? Well, all we have to do is invite them to the club..we set Shawn up with a girl and have the girl kiss him." I explained my ingenious plan. "Fine..let's invite them.." Cameron said and as if they were on que, Carter and Shawn walked up holding hands. "Hey Cam, just here me out I'm sixteen years old and I-" Carter started but Cam cut her off. "Carter..it's okay..I don't care.." Cameron played off. "I'm so glad to hear you say that.." She smiled. "Anyways, Carter do you and Shawn want to go to the club with us?" I asked. "Yes!! I haven't been to a club since L.A. Baby!!" She giggled with her adorable laugh. "Shawn?" I asked. "Uh..yea sure.." He scratched his arm. Carter gave him a kiss on the cheek as they began walking down the hall to our rooms.
"Okay babe, I'm gonna get changed be right out.." I pecked his lips. I stepped inside the bathroom and changed into my black bandeaux and my pink mini skirt. I slid on my black velvet high heels. I grabbed my skin colored Gucci bag and did full make up. "Hey Shawn? You ready?" I called as I began to do my hair in the living area mirror. "Wow you look perfect Carter.." Shawn smiled at me. I noticed he was wearing Nash's black skinny jeans, and a white-T shirt. "You look cute too baby.." I smiled as he peck my lips. We soon left the room after I curled my hair, Nash and Cameron were waiting in the hall for us. "Ready? It's on the next floor up.." Cam said leading us all to the elevator. Nash and Cam got on and Shawn and I fallowed holding hands. We rode up to the next floor in awkward silence because I was directly in between Shawn and Nash both of them grabbing onto an arm. The elevator stopped on the floor and we all got out, I pulled away from Nash to avoid the awkwardness. We walked up to a door that said 'Club 180'. "Ages?" A security guard asked. "18 all of us.." Cameron lied. The security guard looked at us suspiciously before we all went in. "So this is a club.." Shawn smiled. "You've never been to one?" I asked him suprised. He shrugged as Cameron pulled him aside, I tried to make out the words but I couldn't. "Wanna dance Carter?" Nash asked. "Sure.." I said before taking a quick glance at Shawn who was still talking to Cam. After a few minutes of dancing I grew tired, "Hey Nash.." I ask, "I'm gonna find Shawn..". He nodded and watched me walk away. I saw my brother walking away from the tables, "Hey Cam, have you seen Shawn?" I asked. He shook and pointed behind a hallway. As I turned the corner, I saw Shawn kissing a slut. I said nothing just walked away. I made my way out of the club, as I brushed past Taylor. "Hey Carter, wait. What's wrong?" He asked me. "Shawn is a jerk!!" I said. "It's okay..." He said pulling me in a hug. For once he wasn't a player but a shoulder to cry on.