Art of Opposites

Chapter 4 ~ Friends

The Brody's dining room >>

It was 1:07 in the morning and I couldn't sleep. Why?

I was thinking about James.

I've always been shy. Kaitlin was one of my only friends, ever. Before she began to torment me in high school, no one knew I existed. But I had been totally fine with it.

The past couple days though, I was totally open with him. Sure, I was kind of grumpy, but he did break my arm.

I didn't hide my feelings, mumble answers only when directly asked questions, or let myself get walked over. And after I had been doing that for four years, I was honestly surprised.

James drove me crazy, but I had to admit that I was a little bit happy with the way things had been going.

Sighing, I grabbed my iPhone off the nightstand. There was no way I could sleep, I wasn't tired at all. I logged into Instagram and searched for James Brody. I saw his profile quickly and clicked on it.

My eyes went wide. 3,000 followers. He must have his entire high school following him! My account only had 2,000, but that was because no one knew who I was.

My account just had some of the pictures I take when I'm bored. I had a really nice camera, a gift from my mom, and I liked taking photos, so I had some decent photos.

No one from my school was interested in me, so even though I had posted a selfie with my mom once, they didn't know it was me.

As I was scrolling through his pictures, I realized that he really was the life of the party. There were tons of comments on his pictures asking if he was going to this party or if he wanted to hang out.

There was even a picture from yesterday. I hadn't seen him, but obviously a lot of other people had at some huge party. I didn't even know people had party's during the summer, but I guess people came even though there was no school, because there were tons of kids just in the small picture.

I was about 30 pictures in when I accidentally double clicked a picture. I froze, staring at the heart that popped up in horror.

I quickly unliked the picture, but I knew it would show up on his feed anyway. I threw my phone on the bed, hands shaking.

Deep breaths. Maybe he wouldn't even look at my profile and realize it was me. Yeah, he would probably think I was just another girl that had a secret crush on him and he wouldn't care at all.

My screen lit up and I looked at the notification.

James_Brody liked your photo.

Islid across the phone and looked at what picture he had liked. It was the one of my mom and I. He probably thought I was stalking him!

Which I was, but not the point.

A comment bubble popped up near the bottom and I gulped, clicking on it.

Miss me already, Ginger?

I groaned. Thissummer was going to be terrible.

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Iwoke up the next morning at six and pushed back my curtains. It was still dark outside, with just a peek of sunshine mixing with the stars.

I know, it was super early, not to mention I had only gotten about five hours of sleep. But I always woke up way before my mom, no matter what.

After struggling for 15 minutes, I finally managed to get into a black Nike sports bra and neon orange running shorts. There was no way I'd be able to put a shirt on with my cast. After brushing my teeth I barely managed to get my hair into a pony tail, and let me tell you it was not pretty.