Through The Lens | ✓

24

Finlay was still the number one thing on my mind.

Just because I had seen Payton in a different way on Monday, I was determined to get a photo of Finlay at the small cafe on 31st Street that Tuesday.

I ordered a coffee with cream and a cream cheese danish. I sat down at my normal table, put down my camera, food, and drink before glancing over at Finlay's table.

He was luckily there, in the same spot, with a different book. He flipped the page and I grinned for some reason. I erased the grin and opened my camera bag, pulling out my new camera that still didn't have a speck of dirt or a smudge on the screen.

I positioned the camera and stared into the viewfinder. I was just about to snap a photo when a girl suddenly slid into the chair across from him.

I slowly put down my camera and watched in horror as she slid her hand across the table and took his in hers. I gulped as I watched him laugh at something she has just said.

They started talking back and forth. She blushed at something he said. He pushed a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. 

I almsot cried.

I didn't take a photo. I slipped my camera back into it's bag and put it over my shoulder. But I didn't dare leave. I just kept watching them.

She leaned over slightly and giggled. He chuckled and leaned in too. I covered my eyes before I could see them kiss. I peaked through my fingers to see them still kissing. I swallowed and closed the gaps between my fingers.

Then, without taking a second glance, I stood up, grabbed my bag, left my uneaten danish, and not-at-all-touched coffee, and I left that cafe, not wanting to see anymore.

And as I walked home in the blustery weather, I asked myself why I had even started doing this in the first place. It was stupid, and childish. Ava had warned me, Payton had warned me. I had been warned, but I never listened.

And I should've, because if I had, I wouldn't have been in this position.

I shivered and hugged myself as I walked though the snow. How could I be so clueless? How could I continue with that when I knew it was wrong, and kind of freaky.

I wasn't half lover, half stalker. I was full on stalker.