Worth It (Camila/You)

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Shawn's POV

"What the fuck," I muttered to myself, frustrated to no end.

I was so confused. I'd spent hours and hours trying to find any information about Y/n online. I'd searched every possible social media platform and found nothing.

She didn't have an Instagram, Twitter, Youtube, Snapchat, or anything. It was like she didn't even own a phone, but I'd seen her with one, so I knew she had one.

I didn't understand why she basically didn't exist according to the internet.

I was trying to find something that would help me figure out who this girl was. She basically came out of nowhere, and when I tried to get to know her she didn't want to answer any of my questions.

It was like she didn't want me to figure out who she was.

It was even scarier that she didn't want police involved the night of the accident. She acted as if that would make her situation worse.

I'd tried to find a criminal record online, but came up empty. She was clean... too clean. I had to find something on her.

I was in way too deep with this, but I had to show Camila that this girl wasn't who she thought she was. Y/n was a stranger, and Camila had gotten way too close to her way too quickly.

After another hour of searching I gave up on trying to find something online. If I was going to get some dirt on Y/n then I would have to do it by talking to people she knew, but that was the issue.

Since she was basically nonexistent online, and she obviously wasn't going to give me names, I had no idea who to talk to.

After thinking for a minute I figured out that the only people I know of that must know something about her were the guys who beat her up.

They weren't robbing her that night. They didn't take a single thing from her.

Those guys were beating her up for another reason, and I had a feeling that reason was exactly what I needed to show Camila that Y/n wasn't who she said she was.

The only problem now was finding those guys. I didn't get a great look at them that night. I really only noticed their tattooed arms and the fact that they were huge.

I did however, remember the street we were on, and the direction they ran when Camila and I yelled at them.

I needed to find those guys.

~

I'd been walking the streets for hours.

I started on the exact street corner that we found Y/n on and walked every street in the direction that those guys ran in.

Maybe they came from farther than I anticipated.

"This is ridiculous," I thought to myself as I sat down on a bench.

I sat by myself for a bit before someone sat next to me. I looked over at them and took note of the dark hoodie, jeans, and backpack.

The backpack was the same one Y/n carried, and I thought it might just be a coincidence until I noticed the red tape on the strap.

I saw Y/n pulling red tape off of her backpack on the way back from the hospital.

We weren't sitting for long before someone else walked up to the kid and they very quickly exchanged a couple things.

I definitely just witnessed a drug deal.

"Problem?" The kid asked when we were once again the only two there, making me raise my eyebrows. "Are you tryna buy or something?"

The kid was young. He was obviously selling for someone else.

"Who's your dealer?" I asked, hoping this might be my shot at figuring out where Y/n was from.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" The kid asked as he started backing away.

"Look, I'm not a cop or anything. Just take me to the guy you're working for," I said.

"Bro, you're crazy," the kid said, turning to walk away.

"I'll pay you."

That stopped him dead in his tracks.

I pulled my wallet out, taking out a twenty and showing it to the kid.

"Double that," he said.

I rolled my eyes and pulled out another twenty.

"Come on," he said, taking my money and beginning to walk.

We walked for a few blocks before he stopped in front of a house.

"His name is Lonnie, and I didn't bring you here. Got it?" He asked.

I nodded and the kid ran off.

I hesitated before deciding this was my best shot at figuring out who Y/n was and walking up to knock on the door.

The door opened a few seconds later. The guy was a little shorter than me, tatted and smoking a cigarette.

"I don't want to buy a Bible," he said before attempting to close the door.

I stopped it with my foot and he glared at me.

"I'm not selling Bibles," I told him.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Look, I don't want trouble," I told him with my hands up. "I just have a couple questions for you."

"You have five minutes," he said, opening the door slightly so I could walk in. "Go."

"You know a Y/n Y/ln?" I asked after he closed the door behind me.

"How do you know Y/n?" He asked. "Is she selling for someone else now?"

"What? No," I said, confused. "Just tell me how you know her."

"I've known the kid for years," he said as he took a drag of his cigarette. "She was my best runner before she quit on me like a month ago."

"Runner?" I asked, making him raise his eyebrows.

"Do you not understand what's going on here?" He asked, motioning to the house.

I didn't answer and he put out his cigarette.

"Look, I don't know who the fuck you are. You better get out of here before I start asking you some questions, and you won't like the way I ask questions," he told me.

"Alright, fine," I said. "Just answer this. Did she sell drugs?"

"How much are you paying for the answer to that?" He asked as he opened the front door again.

I pulled out my wallet and handed him a hundred.

"Yea. Now get out," he said, taking my money and pushing me out of the house.

He slammed the door behind me and I didn't even care that he had shoved me.

I had just gotten all of the information I needed.