I Saw Him First Icarly Novels & Stories

He never lost his temper with me, and he even remembered the exact dates of my periods. Before seeing these floating comments, I genuinely believed we were as happy as everyone said. I even planned to tell him my secret tonight. But now, my hands trembled as I met his eyes. He frowned, his voice sharp. "Camille? Did you hear me?" Snapping back to reality, I glanced at Alice, the pregnant woman standing beside him. My voice shook. "How come I never knew you had a cousin?" His eyes darted away from mine, landing instead on Alice.

I smiled brightly up at him as he put me down. "Where is the groom to be?" I asked eagerly. I was bubbling with excitement to see my brother after so long. I looked at my uncle and noticed that his iridescent smile had dimmed, and he looked almost sad. My expression soon turned to a look of confusion when I met the bright brown eyes of an unfamiliar boy to his right. He had the pre-stubble of an adolescent boy, but his broad shoulders and prominent brow gave him the look of an older man. He had square cheekbones and a large strong nose that reminded me of my father.

But when she had no choice she went with him to sat somewhere in the classroom. But what surprised me was the hand. I knew it was a man but I didn't think of it. I grabbed it. That's when I felt the electricity go right through me. I knew who it was. That when I looked up and I was staring in the eyes of my crush/bully/mate. Jayson. I saw his lips and they turned up in a cocky grin. I looked away with my cheeks red. I knew people could see what was going on with him helping the crazy ass loser off the ground.

It didn’t help that I felt a little guilty the way I’d gone off on him, I couldn’t help the thought that I was probably wrong for wanting more than I’d agreed to. Not that I was willing to go into that. Nope. No. Not all. Let me lalala, and drown in whatever the fuck I had going on right now. And just when I didn't think things could possibly get any worse, he showed up. Oliver Sinclair. The very first time I ever saw him, I had no clue who he was. Not initially, anyway. Smooth. Smiling. Too suave. “Well, you're the great assistant." I looked up—and he was there.

I lifted my head and found a man smiling at me. “Umm, hello,” I said, greeting him. “Good day,” he greeted back, sounding awfully nervous. “I think we’ve never met,” I muttered. “Oh, sorry,” he said, clearing his throat and offering his hand. “Carson. I haven’t formally introduced myself, but we see each other around school.” I smiled and took his hand in a friendly shake. Come to think of it, I did see him a few times around the small campus. “Yes, I’ve seen you around. Nice to meet you.”

Damn! As he turned, our eyes locked. My jaw dropped in recognition—shit! It was one of the guys I had spent that fateful night with during the festival. The memory of our encounter flickered through my mind, but before I could react, the man swiftly turned around as if he has sensed something behind him. His striking amber eyes immediately found me and I stood there, frozen in shock. “I knew I smelled a familiar scent. It was you,” he said, a broad smile spreading across his face.

Like Ivy Gray. The first time I saw her, I thought she was just another mess waiting to happen. A stranger with haunted eyes and secrets that didn’t belong in our territory. I watched her with suspicion, with doubt. Hell, I probably said things I shouldn’t have, made her feel smaller than she already did. I didn’t see her. Not really. But I do now. And I hate myself for not seeing her sooner.

I frown as I noticed the cigarette in his hand, I hate smokers. "Hey, Stop Smoking!" I didn't realize I spoke untill he looked at me. Caleb and Caroline stopped talking and Caleb walked up to him. "Chill man, She didn't mean that" I heard Caleb say but I was too shocked to care, slowly he removed his dark hoodie and locked eye with me, I gasped in surprise. I knew it was only a matter of time before I see him but I didn't expect it to be this early, slowly I whispered his name "Caden."

That’s when I first noticed him. He wasn’t like the other students. Dark hair that fell messily over his forehead, sharp jaw, and eyes so intense they felt like they could see right through me. The first time I caught him looking, my heart stuttered. But he didn’t look away, not even when I stared back. Instead, he smirked — like he was daring me to do something. I didn’t know his name. Didn’t know anything about him. But I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I wasn't looking at where I was going." The boy I bumped to said, I looked up. It was the boy I saw on the first day of resumption. The one that spoke to me after I got down from the car. The one that asked me if I was mesmerized by Cresent High. I saw his eyes lit up in recognition. He pointed to me. "You are the girl I saw the other time, right?" I nodded. "Oh, are you fine?" He crossed his arms over his chest. "Hope you're enjoying our school?"