~ A Y/N/Camren Story ~
You've been in an almost perfect relationship for the past two years with a girl named Camila Cabello. You use the word almost because you know very little about her family. All you know is she has a dad, step-mom, and a step...
The clock strikes 7:08 PM when you hear the door bell ring. Even though you still are unsure of Selena's agenda, you calmly walk towards the door to open it. You have nothing to be worried about, right? As soon as you turn the knob and open the door fully, you suddenly feel a quick, hard slap to your right cheek. Once the initial shock passes, you put your hands in front of your face to act as a shield, just in case the aggressive woman decides to attack again, "What the fuck, Selena?!" You practically yell at her, with her still standing outside, "I needed to get that out of the way with," she simply says while stepping by you in order to get into the house. Like hell you'd even attempt to stop her from doing so, girl packs a mean punch. When you close the door and turn around, you notice that she's entering the kitchen. You decide to cautiously follow her, fearing that she might be heading towards the knives. Luckily, you watch her reach into the freezer and grab a frozen bag of vegetables, "Here," she says while handing the bag to you, "Wouldn't want to damage that pretty face too much," "Umm... Thanks?" You stand for a minute, confusedly staring at the woman, "It's great to see you, and I'm definitely one for dramatic entrances, but why are you here exactly?" She takes a seat at the kitchen table and motions for you to do the same, "Come, sit. I think it's about time we had a little chat, yea?" Shit... Although it's really the last thing you want to do, you comply to her wish, "So how have you been lately, Y/N," she asks you, "Uhm— I've been ok, pretty good, I guess..." you awkwardly trail off, still confused, "Something tells me you're not one for small talk," she teasingly says, which elicits a small laugh from you, "Something tells me you have something to say and you're procrastinating saying it right now," she takes a breath before speaking, "Camila's different now," those three words automatically bring you a little sense of panic. Hearing her name is hard enough, but hearing that she's 'different', it's rather unsettling, "What do you mean?" You try to ask nonchalantly, but you do a rather poor job of that, "I'm so worried about her, Y/N/N," "Why?" You quickly ask, your fear increasing, "In the beginning, it was really hard for her, not having you. But maybe a week or two after you two split, she started going out to this club. At first I was really proud of her. I thought it was good she was getting out and having some fun, but that's changed. She's going out with bad people. Like, some I barely know, some I completely don't. They haven't ever been friends to any of us, so I honestly don't know how she's involved herself with them," "What's so wrong with these people?" "They've been known to be involved with— illegal substances," No fucking way... "Sel, that's not right. She wouldn't do that kind of stuff," you deny, not wanting to accept it, "You haven't fucking seen this version of her, Y/N. I don't know who the hell she is, but she's definitely not my little cousin," Selena says, looking heart broken, which results in you feeling the same, Did I create a monster? "Honestly though, that's not even the worst of it," Fucking fantastic... "What is then?" "I'm pretty sure she's fucking the dealer..." when you hear this, your blood begins to boil as your jealousy spikes, Stop it. You can't be jealous! "Who is it?" You try to calmly question. Selena pulls out her phone and shows you a picture:
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
