The Camera

Chapter One

Seeing him for the first time was like seeing an angel. His brown hair was messily brushed out and his blue eyes glittered in the bright sunlight that peeked through the school windows. Of course, me being me, I managed to find a way to humiliate myself in front of him. I was walking through the halls of the local high school. I pretty much lost all sanity when I saw him, which is how I bumped into him. All of my books fell to the marbled floor. He bent over to help me pick them back up.

"Oh, geez, I'm so sorry," Jordan said to me apologetically. His face read nothing but empathy for me. Yep. The empathy glance. I was used to it.

    I gathered my books and stood back up. My face was completely red and it was warm. "No, um, that was my fault. I need to watch where I'm going." At that, I speed walked away. He definitely tried saying something as I left, but I didn't want to hear it. I rushed to the bathroom. Effortlessly, I shoved the pink door open. I splattered cold water all over myself to break myself out of my trance of embarrassment.

    The rest of my day went by in a blur. History test Monday, biology presentation on Monday, math assignment due on Tuesday: nothing new. The whole day my mind was focused on Jordan. I could barely believe that he apologized to me for something I did. My mind wouldn't leave the thought of him, which distracted me greatly. I finally heard the final bell. I rushed out of the school building only to find Jordan standing by the doorway, waiting to see me.

Jordan looked relieved when he saw me. "Hey, I just wanted to apologize for before. I guess its been bugging me for the whole day. I really hope I didn't mangle any of your books." His face spoke nothing of sincerity.

"Don't worry about it, I'm pretty clumsy. It happens often," I stated awkwardly. My cheeks flushed again and I was silently yelling at myself for being so awkward.

He smiled and laughed a bit when I spoke. "I couldn't help but see that Harry Potter book in y0ur bag. Is it your first time reading them?"

"Oh, gosh no. This is probably my tenth or eleventh time reading them. I'm a bit of a fan," I said softly. I laughed as well to ease my nerves.

He grinned. "I love those books. Who is your favorite character? Which book is your favorite?" He quickly shot questions at me, most I could easily answer. "Do you prefer Ron or Harry? Do you like Hagrid? Oh my god, do you write fanfiction?" The last question was asked with a hopeful tone, to which I laughed softly.

"Hermione, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Harry, yes, and yeah?" I shot back quickly. The last answer was stated quietly, mainly because I didn't want the school to know I wrote Harry Potter fanfiction.

    Jordan gasped. "You really write fanfiction? I wish I could. I never have time though, with soccer practices and such," he stated simply with a huge sigh.

    "When's your next soccer game?" Curiosity tugged at my tone.

    "It's tomorrow at noon. The game is here. You should come."

    "I'll think about it," I told him with a curt nod of my head.

    "Wait, I never even caught your name." I had begun to walk away but his voice stopped me.

    "It's Ruth." I headed off to my car and started the engine up, excitement pulsing through my veins. I had just held a conversation with Jordan from the soccer team. Today had been a pretty good day so far. I drove carefully on the road, being sure to stay inside my lane. I flipped through the radio stations and found my favorite song, PILLOWTALK by Zayn. I sung along to the lyrics, bopping my head occasionally.

    My phone buzzed with an unknown number. I answered it hesitantly. "Hello, who is this?" I asked while turning the radio down.

    "You said you write fanfiction? I'd love to read it sometime," a masculine voice stated.

    "Jordan, how did you get my number?"

    "Your brother is on the soccer team, duh."

    I rolled my eyes as I neared my house. "Couldn't you have just waited until tomorrow?" I stated obviously.

    "Um, no? I have the whole night to do nothing and it's been awhile since I've read fanfiction."

    I pulled into the driveway of my house and got out of the car. "You're kidding, right?"

    "No way. It has been too long."

    "Sorry to disappoint, but I don't electronically write it. I have a notebook where I write it." I headed up the stairs to my room. After I entered my room, I shut the door and set my backpack down on my bed.

    "Well then you'll just have to read it to me. I'll be here all night." Internally, I was freaking out when he told me I could read it to him.

    I started with one about if Hermione and Harry would get married. That one was remarkably long. Jordan listened through the whole story. At the end, he complimented me, saying that my writing style was perfect.

    It was in that moment that I knew I had a huge crush on Jordan.