Purple Sharpie

Six: Josh

I slid into my seat- only technically late. Cammie. I took out a notebook. Brown eyes. Brown hair. I didn't even slightly pay attention until the girl next to me tapped me on the shoulder.

"Hey." She said, and I tried to shake my head out of my Cammie-filled, fruit-scented daydream.

"Hi." i said, grinning a stupid grin. She really was quite pretty, this girl. Waved blonde hair that she probably spent ages on. Blue eyes that sparkled with a magical, firework glare.

But all of this just brought me back to the way that Cammie's mouth curved, pulling back from her teeth in the most real smile while I was stuttering on the floor, and the way that her cheeks puffed, crkinkling under her kalidoscope brown eyes... "What's your name?" The girl asked.

"Oh-" I said. This is for actual literal problem what the heck. I cleared my throat and looked into the girl's face. "I'm Josh Jacobs- i just moved here from Washington."

The pretty blonde girl got closer. "Well, I'm Amber Scarrlet. I'm from here. So what's it like in Washington?" I started to explain but kept stuttering over words. I felt like stabbing myself in the face.

i got about half a paragraph into any sort of explaination, when Amber got an amused look on her face and started to giggle. "What?" I asked.

She gave me an odd look. "You don't realize you're doing it? That's the second time you replaced 'coat' with 'Cammie?'" I felt my face go hot. "S-sorry?" She laughed. "No- It's cool, man. it's just- what Cammie are you thinking of? Some hot chick from Washington?"

I shook my head. "Nah. I met her today." Amber's eyes got wide. "Cammie Hunter?!" She said. "You can't be talking about about that Cammie. Not with that face."

If possible, I felt my face evolved more and more into a black-framed tomato. "Depends..." I said quietly.

Amber's blue eyes flashed. "Describe her." I opened my mouth, but she stopped me. "In none-poetic terms, please." I grinned awkwardly.

"Brown hair and eyes, eyeliner, and round-ish face. Glasses like-" I tapped my own. Amber put her head on her desk. "What?' I asked. "You-" she said through her arms. "Are crushing on Cammie Hunter- who is WAY below you- and who is taken." I pursed my lips.

"Yes." I said, my heart shocking in my chest. "And what's your point?" Amber looked at me from the desk. "Never mind." After a moment of awkward silence between us while the teacher droned, i spoke up again.

"Hey Amber." I said. " You obviously know Cammie- so um- could you tell me anything about her? And nothing negative, because my bicep may be smaller than the average thumb, but I will not hesitate to punch you in the face."

Amber smiled, "Fine." She whispered, glancing at the teacher. "But could I write it down, I don't want to get in trouble for something as stupid as this."

I handed her my notebook. "Be quite vague, please." I said, grinning. "I'd like to keep on the 'Informed' side of the 'Stalker' Line."

Amber laughed quietly, strarting to write.

After class, I looked at the scrawled piece of paper, looking for my photography class at the same time.

Cammie Hunter. Age 15. Brown Hair, brown eyes. Optimistic, to a sickening amount. Happy.

5'2'' ish. WAS with a kid called Jordan Neison, and Taylor Nelson. And Brandon Tooley. (Couple of others I can't remember)

Loves Film, Photography, Makeup, Drama (The Acting kind but she probably can't tell the difference)

Loves food. Probably eats more than all of Canada combined, including the mooses -meese-.

I felt like a creep. But a prepared creep.

The next hour, I had photography, and for our first assignment, we had to do a series of portraits in creative locations. And I knew exactly who my subject would be.