Campbell Eliot Imagines

Don't Be Like That

"Fuck off, Campbell." The most commonly used phrase throughout New Ham. These were also the first words that Y/N L/N ever said to the boy himself. All he'd wanted was to speak to Elle, but instead he had to deal with Y/N.

Y/N was known throughout the town as someone that could be trusted, who was caring and put others first. Campbell on the other hand, was the complete polar opposite. Mean, rude and psychotic – to name a few traits.

Y/N had befriended Elle as they had boarded the school buses for the camping trip that seemed like a lifetime ago, which in way, it was. She had sat down next to the girl after catching Campbell's gaze set upon the blonde. There was no way she could let him corrupt her. Not a chance. But in true Campbell fashion, he had found a way in, and had managed to manipulate and torture her.

At first Y/N was unaware to everything, Campbell truly seemed to care for Elle. But the night that Elle ran to her house, banging on the door, hair dripping wet around her face, she knew. Y/N knew that she had been wrong the entire time, that Campbell not only had tricked Elle, but had also been tricking her to whole time too.

Elle had explained to Y/N what had happened that night. How Campbell had held her under the bath water. How he had tried to drown her. From then on, Y/N had promised that she would not let Campbell come anyway near Elle and she would do anything to stop him.

"Fuck off, Campbell." Her grip on the door tightened. This was her first conversation ever with the infamous Campbell Eliot and she was more than ready to put him in his place. His eyebrows raised as he took a step closer to the doorway.

"Come on, don't be like that." Y/N scoffed at his words. "I know she's here".

"Who?" Not wanting to play his game, Y/N played the innocent, if she could convince Campbell that Elle wasn't staying with her, then hopefully he wouldn't come back.

"You-, you're really funny." He chuckled. "Elle." His tone instantly became filled with anger. "Elle is staying here with you but she's coming home with me." He squared up to Y/N but she instinctively pushed him back.

"No she's not," again Campbell raised his eyebrows in shock and laughed.

"You're good. You really are. But I know she's here."

"Like I said Campbell, fuck off." She slammed the door in his face, instantly turning the lock.

"One way or another Y/N, I'll get her back."