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into the eyes of hundreds of people and those moments didn't touch my soul, so why did it matter so much when we first saw each other? Why do I feel my heart move within me when I'm with you? Why won't I ever forget you, even if you walked away now and never came back? I want to know why. I just want to get to know you and understand why we shared that moment.”
    She looked down at the drawing in her hand again. That smile. Was that really her smile? But, if he learned of her past, would he still feel the same way he did now?
    “ I've made so many mistakes.”
    “ There are no mistakes in a masterpiece,” Jay said. “Imperfections, but no mistakes.”
    She shook her head. “I'm not a masterpiece.”
    “ So I've been told. But I believe you are.”
    “ Why?” she said, slightly frustrated. “Why do you see me as a masterpiece if I'm so imperfect?”
    Jay took a deep breath. “Because it's the imperfections that make a masterpiece unique.”
    He pulled the portrait out of his sketch book, handed it to her, then packed his sketch book away. “We've all got imperfections, but that doesn't disqualify us from being a masterpiece. On the contrary, it's what makes us one—you just have to have eyes to see it.”
    She looked down at the portrait in her hand. A work of art? Could she really see herself as being a work of art, a masterpiece even? Could she allow herself to change her perspective?
    “ Can I keep this?” she asked.
    “ Will you meet me here tomorrow, to talk?”
    “ Will you draw me again?”
    He smiled. “I'll draw you everyday if you'll let me.”

10.
     
    Berkley made his way down to the football field. There was no training that day, but liked being on the field. It was there he was the King. It was there he was the Man. He ran the length of the field, stopping every ten meters to do some pushups. He wasn't really interested in training more, but just standing on the field gloating about his awesomeness would make him look like chump. So, the genius he thought he was, he pretended to be training. He was sure some of the hotter girls in school were hiding up on the hill watching him.
    He was the Man, so why was he still trying to win back Leaf? She was a nobody. If anything, he was insulted that she wasn't taking her place next to the King. She could be the Queen of the school next to him. She could be loved, envied. But she just threw it all in his face. She didn't want him, and he hated the thought.
    He was the Berkley. Everyone wanted him.
    She had enjoyed his incredible company, his incredible Beast, too, and now she wanted it no more? How could that be? The whole situation greatly confused him. He was genuinely shocked at how she was acting.
    He began to grin to himself. It was just a game. She was just playing, that's all. She wanted him. She wanted him like everyone else. She was wet with anticipation for their next romp in the bedroom. Yes, he was sure of it!
    But what about New Guy—that long faced beaver, that blonde haired goose—what was he doing between them?
    As he was thinking about all these thing, he noticed Brick walking down the hill to the field. Even from the distance between them he could make out his facial features. The guy had a moon face like no other.
    Berkley stopped his pseudo training and began to stretch as he did his cool down, making sure to give a good flex for all the ladies hiding up on the hill. Of course there were no girls secretly watching him on the hill, but the King believed there was. In fact, he imagined they would all race home and feel themselves up with the memory of his awesomeness. That was no joke. He really believed that happened.
    He made his way over to Brick who was standing on the side line.
    “ So, what did you find out about New Guy?” Berkley asked.
    Brick flashed his huge goofy smile at him.
    “ I got the computer nerd who does my homework to dig up some dirt on New Guy,” he replied. “And you wouldn't believe what he found