Cannonball

Thirty Three

Lauren's PoV

April 19th 2013.

Friday 10:35am

Miami, Florida.

"Well?" I question Zayn eagerly as he hangs up his phone and walks back towards me through the school parking lot. "What did he say?"

"Nothing." Zayn replies with a frown as he comes in front of me. "He said he didn't know anything. Vaughn has apparently been off the radar all week."

"Shit." I curse and run my hand through my hair. For the past few days I have had Zayn using up all of his contacts to try and get information on what Vaughn might be planning, because I know that he will be planning some sort of act of revenge. So far though we have found nothing, everyone is saying that they don't know anything, or at least they are claiming not to know anything.

"You know," Zayn lights up a cigarette and briefly offers me one but I quickly shake my head no. "This all could be a load of bullshit. We don't know that Vaughn got arrested, Zach could have just been trying to scare you."

"Trust me the thought has crossed my mind." I agree because I really wouldn't put it past Zach, "But that doesn't explain the asshole that sent me that photo of Camila. That has Vaughn written all over it." I rub my face anxiously. "I know what's going on here, Zayn. Vaughn's planning something."

"You don't know that for sure." Zayn tries to reassure me but it's no use.

"No? Then what was the photo about? It was a threat, man, towards Camila. I swear to God if he even so much as touches her I will kill him."

"Kill who?" I cringe and look over my shoulder to see Harry approaching us with a curious look on his face. "Well?" he asks impatiently.

"Nobody is going to be killing anyone," Zayn interrupts before I can give him an answer. "Your sister is just being dramatic." He rolls his eyes slightly and I tense.

Why is he not taking this seriously?

"Vaughn threatened Camila." I state bluntly to Harry.

Zayn groans. "Lauren, we don't know that for sure!"

"What?" Harry actually looks shocked. "Why would he do that? I thought it was over?"

"Apparently not," I snarl in annoyance.

"What did he say to Camila?"

"He didn't say anything. He sent me a photo of her outside of her house. I think that speaks for itself." I mutter angrily. "She doesn't know either," I quickly throw in. "So keep your mouth shut."

Harry doesn't say anything; instead he is just stood still with his mouth slightly agape. I let out an agitated sigh because this is getting so damn frustrating. It's only been three days since the photo of Camila was sent to me and so far I haven't heard a single thing. No matter how much digging Zayn does for me, he comes up with nothing.

"I think you should speak to Zach again." Zayn advises me cautiously. "If he was telling the truth about the cops arresting Vaughn then surely you would have heard something about it? They'd have to speak to you."

"What does Uncle Zach have to do with this?" Harry asks confused and I'm reminded that just like with Camila, I've been trying to keep him out of this as much as possible.

"I'll explain later." I look down at my watch. "I'll go now. If I'm not back by lunch will you watch out for Camila for me?" I look at Zayn and he nods his head agreeing.

"If she asks where you are?"

"Just think of something," I pull out my car keys and head towards my Camaro without looking back.