Worth It (Camila/You)

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Your POV

I rolled over in my bed when I heard my phone buzzing loudly.

"What the fuck," I mumbled to myself as I opened my eyes slightly.

I grabbed my phone, checking the time to see it was almost one in the morning.

I declined the unknown number. It was probably the wrong number anyways.

I tried to go back to sleep but my phone rang again.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," I said as I grabbed the phone and answered quickly. "Who the fuck is this?"

"Come outside."

"What?" I asked. "Who is this?"

"It's Shawn. Come outside. Now."

I went to say something else but he hung up. You have got to be joking.

Why the fuck is Shawn telling me to come outside at one in the morning.

Wait. How did he even get my number?

I slipped on a pair of shoes and tiptoed past Camila's room. I didn't want to wake her up.

When I got outside I didn't see Shawn, my anxiety rising as I looked around. I almost screamed when he came out of the shadows like the fucking creep he was.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked him as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. "How do you have my number?"

"I know who you are," he said, which confused me even more.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"I'm talking about you. Does Camila know you're a drug dealer?" He asked, making my heart drop.

"What?"

"Don't play dumb. I talked to Lonnie," he said.

How the fuck did he know Lonnie?

"You're his best runner right?" He asked with crossed arms.

"Was," I corrected.

"What was that?" He asked.

"I was his best runner," I told him as I took a step forward. "I don't do that shit anymore."

"Do you really think I believe that?" He laughed. "What would Camila think if she knew a drug dealer was living with her?"

I balled my fists. He was really pissing me off.

"You probably do drugs too, right?"

That was it.

I grabbed Shawn by the shirt, pushing him up against the wall of the house.

"Whoa, what you gonna do? Beat me up? Then I can just tell Camila her drug dealer roommate beat me up for no reason," he shrugged.

"What do you want?" I asked as I shoved him back.

"I want you gone," he stated. "You leave before tomorrow morning and Camila knows nothing about the fact that you deal drugs."

"I don't deal drugs!" I told him.

"Whatever," he said. "Just leave now and we can pretend you went back home or something. I'll come over and comfort her when she realizes you left."

"How does any of this benefit you?" I asked. "You trying to get Camila all to yourself or something?"

I knew he had a thing for her just from how jealous he looked in the studio the other day.

"That's not important. What's important is that you have twenty minutes to get your shit and leave."

"Fuck you," I told him before walking back inside.

I knew he wasn't bluffing, and as much as I didn't want to go, I had to. I couldn't afford for Camila to figure out that side of my life.

I walked to my room, packing a few changes of clothes and other essentials. I didn't take even half of the stuff she had bought for me, but just from what I took she would be able to tell that I wasn't coming back.

I grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder and leaving the house again.

"Wow, ten minutes. I expected you to take longer. Good job," he said sarcastically.

I looked at him, wanting nothing more than to punch the smug look off his face.

I had nothing to lose at this point. I was already leaving.

I dropped my bag and walked up to Shawn, not even letting him open his mouth before I had punched him across the face.

He fell to the ground in pain and I didn't look back as I grabbed my bag and walked away.