It's impossible to ignore Vince Novak.At school, he's all anyone can talk about-speculating the reason for his transfer to our school, celebrating what a win it is to have a future soccer star on our team, or gushing over just how tall, dark, and handsome he is. And when I'm home, my parents talk about him in hushed, angry whispers, fearful that he's going to obliterate my brother's records and dampen his legacy.I try my best to avoid him at all costs, hiding from him and the rest of the world behind my camera lens, but my best laid plans-and photos-are nearly ruined when my tangible disinterest in his existence intrigues him.The more time we spend together, I'm reluctantly drawn toward him, uncovering the little flaws beneath the layers of perfection he doesn't let anyone else see.
