Through The Lens | ✓

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Payton's POV

The word was beautiful.

Camilla was the definition of beautiful. 

I watched as she sat at her table at the cafe on Friday. She stared longingly at Bookworm with a dreamy look in her eyes.

Why couldn't she look at me like that? Why did she like Bookworm, and not me? I gave her signs, I showed her that I had a thing for her, but she was to caught up on Bookworm to notice.

I sighed, and propped my elbows on the cold wood table, propping my head in my hands, sitting the same exact way Camilla was.

I had liked Camilla since 7th grade. She was the new girl at our school. She was quiet, and she kept to herself, but I still noticed her. 

I noticed everything.

Her dark hair, her dark eyes, thick lashes, everything. She was just amazing. And I really liked her, loved her even, but she didn't love me. And I had to learn to live with that.

But that was hard thing to do after you've loved someone for five years. How could I not love her? Her light laugh that made everyone around her light up, her smile that only showed when she was really happy about something, the way she stuck her tongue out when she took pictures.

And when I saw her taking pictures of Bookworm, I almost confessed to her right there on the spot, but I stopped myself. I wanted to tell her that she's wasting her time and that there's a perfect boy (me), ready for her with his arms wide open.

But I didn't. I just watched her snap a photo of him. I watched her face light up at the photo, I watched the blush spread across her cheeks, I watched everything.

And she barely noticed me. She never noticed me, and she never would, because she had Bookworm. She wasn't going to give up until Bookworm came up to her and confessed his love to her. But what she didn't know was that it didn't work like that.

Had she even talked to him? Has he even looked her way? Was she just a hopeless lover? Yes, she was. She just didn't realize it.

So as I sat there, alone, watching her droll over Bookworm, I witnessed him looking right at her. And beaming. 

That was it. I got up and left the cafe. And only looked back to see if she had even seen me.

She hadn't.