Dating A Fan (Jacob Sartorius Fanfiction)

Chapter Three - Found it

I heard him say, "Ow," softly before I turned around and said, "oh my gosh I'm so sorry are you okay? I didn't mean to do that it's just -"

He cut me off by saying, "It's fine, it's fine. It probably won't even leave a mark." I felt relief. Then he said, "So what was wrong."

I felt the blush creep up my cheeks. "Oh, I lost my money. I thought I had it in my pocket, but it's not here." 

I heard a thud from the vending machine. Jacob leaned down and picked up a blue Gatorade before setting it down on stand. Then he turned to me and said, "Well let's look for it.

What? Did I hear that right? Did JACOB SARTORIUS just say he'll help me look for something? This can't be happening.

With all those thoughts running through my head, I probably would have fainted, right in front of Jacob, but luckily Andrew came just in time. 

He said while turning the corner, "Hey Ells, what's taking you so long?" He made an abrupt stop when he turned the corner and saw who I was talking to. 

I looked at Jacob once quickly before looking back at Andrew. "Well, um," I said. "There was a long line, and then I couldn't find my money and kind of elbowed this guy in the face."

Andrew smiled and then said, "By 'this guy' do you mean-"

I cut him off before he could say Jacob and said instead. "Yep, the kid in front of me."

Andrew gave me a confused look before saying. "I found this in the hallway," and holding up a five dollar bill. Oops.

I take the bill from Andrew, muttering a thanks before looking back at Jacob, my cheeks blushing red from embarrassment. I hold up the five dollar bill and he laughs. 

"Well, guess there's no reason for me to stick around then. I guess I'll see you around, um..."

"Ellie," I say.

He smiles at me, "Jacob." Then he picks up his Gatorade and starts to walk away. Then Andrew puts his arm around my shoulder and rushes me over behind the corner. then he screams / whispers, "Was that Jacob Sartorius!" I nod and start jumping up and down. 

He smiles at me, rubs my head and then gives me a happy yet confused look. "Why wouldn't you let me say his name," he asks.

"Because I don't want him knowing I'm a fan."

Another confused look. "Why not."

"In-case he wouldn't want to date a fan," I reply. And skip ahead of him, thinking of all the new possibilities I could have.