Photograph - Scott imagine

Eager to find out who is going to be picked to photograph the lacrosse team this year you quickly make your way down the busy school hall towards the art block. 
Once you make it to the room you find a desk and sit down, letting out a breath that you didn't notice you had been holding. 


You had been waiting for this announcement for a while and you were more than excited when your teacher told you that you made it to the top 5, but now that the day is finally here butterfly's began to grow in your stomach as the teacher made his way into the room, a piece of paper in his left hand. 


He sat on the edge of his desk and raised the piece of paper. 
"This is it!" He announces. 
You look around the room at the 4 other people sitting at desks. You defiantly had some tough competition but you stayed hopeful. 


Your teacher raises the piece of paper so he can see it and opens it and reads over it before looking back up at the students, smiling. 
"Each and everyone of you submitted some amazing photographs and you all should be proud that you have made it this far but unfortunately there can only be one winner," He begins. Your heart beat increases and you shift nervously in your chair as his mouth opens once again. 
"And the winner is, (Y/N)!" 
The class begins to applaud you and you sit there in shock, not really knowing what to do. 
Your teacher smiles happily down at you. 
The other students leave, leaving you and the teacher. 
"Congratulations!" He cheers. 
"Thank you so much!" 
"Okay, so as you know the photos will be taken tomorrow, before the big game starts, and during the game, so if you could meet me on the bleachers 10 minutes before the game starts that would be great." 
You agree and leave the room, basically running through the halls, wanting to get home as soon as possible so you can tell the exciting news to your parents. 


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"Okay, everything seems to working fine." Your teacher gives you the okay and you make your way over to the group of boys sitting in order on the bleachers.


Coach gets them all to pay attention before you take a photo. 
You bring up the photo to make sure it looked okay, but then you realize there is a strange bright light in front of Scott McCall's eyes. 
"One more." You explain before raising the camera to our eyes once more and taking another photo. 
You bring it up and notice the same lights in front of Scott's eyes again. You raise an eyebrow at the images but tell Coach that the boys are right to go.
The rest of the night you take a lot of photos of Scott and notice that in each photo the strange lights are still covering his eyes. 


Once the game was over (Yes, they won, of course!) you make your way over to Scott. 
"Hey, Scott?" 
"Hey (Y/N)! How were the photos?" He asks, dropping his lacrosse stick down by the bleachers. 
"They were good." You begin. "Uh, my teacher wanted me to get a couple of photos of just the person that scored the winning goal, and..." You motion to him.
"Oh! Yeah, of course!" He smiles. 


By now most people had departed and it was just you and Scott left on the field. 
You raise your camera up to your eye for the hundredth time tonight and take a couple of photos of Scott. 
When you look at them, the images are all too familiar. The same strange light is still covering Scotts eyes. 
This time, you decide to confront him about it. 


You furrow your eye brows at the images and Scott makes his way over to you. 
"Whats wrong?" He asks, trying to get a better look at the screen on your camera. 
"You wouldn't know why there is a light over your eyes in the photos I took of you, would you?" You ask, looking up at him. 
He shrugs off your questions and your eyes meet with his brown ones and his move down to your lips and back up to your eyes.
Without thinking you both lean in, your lips meeting his.
After a moment you both pull back and you smile at him. 


You had wanted to do that for so long. 



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