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Tuesday

Your palms are sweaty as you sit down nervously on the wooden stool. You begin fidgeting with your hands, scratching at your palms and picking at your bitten fingernails, a nervous habit you picked up as a young child during a confusing time.

As you glance around the fairly huge and congested arts room, you see your older brother with his girlfriend, he was sitting slouched in the chair while Katie frantically tried to get him to stay still while she tried to trace him on a piece of paper, but she kept making mistakes and erasing which was making Drew chortle in laughter at his girlfriend's easy frustration. You let out a slight smile at the sight and you direct your attention back at the empty easel before you, which erased your smile from your face.

Imogen was late.

This wasn't like her, you mentally note, Imogen was always on time for everything. She was never late to English class, or when there is play production happening she is always right on time, ready to go, but she wasn't here, you almost begin to feel as if she stood you up.

Did she stand you up?Did she get up this morning and look into the mirror and declare proudly,

"I will stand Adam Torres up, he is not the man, he is not a man for me, he is not a man."

Did she try to avoid you today in the halls, did she see you searching for her and sneakily and slyly avoid you and your tendencies to find her?

She did, you notice sadly as you see the room filled with lovers drawing one another, Drew and Katie had given up on tracing and had decided to attack each other's mouths, Eli and Clare which were next to you were in a giggle fit as Eli tried to see how Clare was drawing him, but she was holding the paper to her chest tightly, saying over and over how horrible her drawing was, how it wasn't good, but Eli had pried it from her hands and smiled as he saw her work, then the words they had exchanged next had somehow made you feel worse than you already had felt.

"Clare.." Eli began as his eyes scanned the tracing of himself, sure it wasn't as creative as Imogen's drawing of him which was a sketch he had hanging in his dark clad room, instead this tracing was slightly - well not even slightly, it was downright horrible as Clare had said, she couldn't get the shape of his nose right and had accidentally colored his eyes purple instead of green, but instead of teasing Clare about the drawing, you see as Eli sets it down on the table next to his stool and looks up at his love with adoration in his green eyes.

"I love it. Its beautiful, I'll take this home and find a frame for it, it'll be right by where all the things you give me are." murmured Eli as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him, pressing their lips together and you swore you heard 'I love you's' being exchanged under their lips.

This was what you hated the most about being the single man, while your tool of a brother gets the girl you set your eyes on first or your two best friends are always attached at the uniform slacked hip and not to mention when you see your ex lesbian lover riding on a scooter with another girl, it doesn't help your ego or self esteem whatsoever, in fact it brings you down hard, and crushes any hopes for winning a girl over who will accept you, for you.

Groaning, you pull your phone from your pocket and check the time, it was 11:52 and Imogen was suppose to be here drawing your face at 11:30.

But she stood you up.

Because you are not that man.

Because you will never be that man.

Because you are not a man.

You angrily pull yourself up from your stool which had surprisingly pulled your two best friends from their kissing charade to look at you oddly.

"Where are you going, Adam?" Clare asked, her voice filled with pure innocence, innocence which was placed by her bible hobbling mother which you could not stand for even a minute, especially since she had married the truck loving buffoon's father.

"Home." You mutter under your breath as you stomp out of the arts room, ignoring Eli's shouts from behind you as you continue down the grubby and messy school hallway, passing by the sickening red streamers and cardboard hearts, you instantaneously go by the nearest heart will with sparkles and smiley faces and rip it in half, throwing its remains on the ground.

You could not believe one ounce of your luck at this school when it came to ladies, you could never keep one for long, Fiona lasted for a month, Katie for a week and now Imogen couldn't even last a damn day with you.

You continue down the hall and towards the front door, wondering of ways to get back home when you stop at your tracks at who you see sitting on the pavement before the school, chalk marks lacing her hands, her rings in a pile by her ripped up leggings, her big brown eyes content on her drawing on the ground.

Imogen was sitting there - drawing with chalk.

"Imogen?" You ask as you retreat down the steps towards her, she immediately pulls a earbud from her ear, you can faintly hear pop music blaring from the bud as she quickly turns her iPod off and looks up at you with a soft smile on her face.

Imogen Moreno, always wearing a smile on her face no matter what happens, she can always have a smile grace her soft face.

"Hello Adam Torres. Sorry for not showing up in the arts room, I was walking past a little girl playing with chalk on my way to school and she let me use them - I have to return them soon, but I did manage to draw your face." Imogen confessed as she clapped her hands together, a dust appearing from the crevices of her hands as she stood and looked down at her work she had been creating all day.

You stand by her and look down, your mouth opens in a gasp as you see your face created on the pavement before the school, she had managed to get the shape of your face right, your eyes were colored the darkest shade of blue and you had a tiny smirk on your face, the same smirk Imogen likes to say you stole from Eli.

Imogen didn't stand you up, the whole time she was doing what she was suppose to be doing and she had spent more time on it than anyone at the school had done for their sweethearts.

"Imogen.. I.." You found yourself speechless as you continued to stare down at the pavement in sheer wonder of what Imogen's palms could create which a piece of stolen chalk.

With everything Imogen Moreno did you found yourself with a heavy tongue, your tongue growing heavy by her work, but even growing heavier when she leans up to press her lips against your cheek and begins to spill heavy words,

"Say no more, Adam Torres. My work marvels you, it does with everyone. Pavement is a better easel than paper, what do the underground people say? Oh yes, that paper is too mainstream, well I suppose it is."

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