Cas + Cas

Three

His pale green eyes seemed to be fixed on me. He didn't blink. It was almost as if he was studying me. He tilted his head slightly. Oddly enough, he reminded me of a puppy.

His face showed no sign of facial hair. He had an almost unnoticeable scar above his left eyebrow. The corners of his mouth seemed to creep up. Then it escalated into a huge goofy smile. There was a gap in between his canine tooth and the tooth in front of it (I'm sorry I'm not up to terms with my dental language; I'm a disgrace to humanity). 

He let go of his messenger bag. It falls to the ground with a thud. Something rattles inside of it. I take a step back.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, but I've been watching you." He says. He narrows his eyebrows and stretches his lips into a thin line. "That sounded a lot better in my head."

I take another step back. This guy ... He's so awkward, I feel like I could actually talk to him. I try gathering my courage, but I'm still uneasy about it.

"I mean. I'm not stalking you. I mean yeah I was watching you in the lunch room and out here and in the hallway, but I'm not stalking you. You could mistake it as stalking, but I'm not. I just. Umm... I just... I stood up for you in class. That has to count for something, right? I don't mean to freak you out or anything, but I promise I've only been following you for the past couple of days. Wait...No, that sounds wrong."

I gather my courage and take in a deep breath. Removing my headphones I say, "I... Umm, I didn't know that I h-had a st-stalker."

He stops rambling and smiles. But he doesn't just smile in general, he smiles at me. He studies me again. "Cassidy DeClure, you sure are a piece of art."

"How d-do you know m-my name?" I ask. I clutch the straps of my bag.

"Oh, that's easy. The teacher said it today, and I kind of looked you up in the yearbook. Wait... I take that back. I didn't look you up in the yearbook. I'm ruining this whole thing, aren't I?"

"W-what whole th-thing?"

"You know, this," he pauses and moves his hands back and forth between the two of us, "Us talking. This whatever this is."

I look down at my shoes. "You can't really m-mess something up when only half of the relationship knows your n-name."

He scrunches up his eyebrows. Then he smiles. "Oh! I'm, uh, Caspar. Caspar Reynolds."

"Oh." I say.

He looks at me again. Then he lets out a small giggle. Do guys giggle?

I can feel my face going red. I look down embarrassed. His tan messenger bag rest against his clearly worn out oxfords. My heart starts to race again. He notices that I'm looking down. He puffs out his long jacket like a cape and sits down on the ground.

"I see you're admiring this wonderful piece of sidewalk down here. You know I heard that this piece of sidewalk right here is the hook up part of town. I think Jessica Pines lost her virginity here." He looks up at me. He's such a child.

"Is that so?" I ask rising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you know this place is very famous." He leans over a bit so that his hand rests on his bag. He widens his eyes and rapidly tears open his bag. He rummages through it.

"Damn it! I suck!" He vocalizes.

I'm lost.

He pulls out what looks like a camera lens. I can see his face going red. He looks up at me. "Do you have any idea on how to fix a camera lens?"

I shake my head no in reply. He lays the lens in his lap. "Crap. I need this lens. I have to get my project done by next week. It will take another four days to get this fixed at the camera place I usually go to. I need to have the pictures taken by Thursday, so I can edit them and put them in a collage." He throws his head back.

"Do you have anymore lens?" I ask.

"Well, yeah. But this was my best one." He replies.

I remember the camera shop dad went to when he decided to become a "photographer". He gave up on the dream once he figured out he took crappy pictures.

"Um, I know of a camera p-place."

His eyes light up. He puts his camera lens on his bag and crawls over to me. "Can they fix the lens within a day?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

"It wouldn't hurt giving it a try. Would you mind showing me this place?"

"I barely know you. You could be kidnapping me for all I know."

"I've been stalking you, luv. If I wanted to kidnap you, don't you think I would've done it already?" He asks.

"Yeah, but..."

"Please?"

I sigh. I can see hope in his eyes.

"Fine."