Heart Of A Fighter

Hidden Identities

Lavender Summers, the twenty year old college student was mostly known for her loose flings that only lasted for a week and that's exactly how she liked it.

With no strings attached.

Girls thought of her as a snob because of her closed-off attitude and boys wanted her--for obvious reasons. Her inability to attach to anyone was mainly to prevent others from pitying her.

People that took pity on others only proved that they pretended to care.

Nobody understood or cared how she mentally, physically, and emotionally got to this point in her life. That's the thing though, people only saw what they wanted to see.

Show them a diamond in the rough and they see a rock. An ugly rock.

Nobody made an effort to look behind all of the slutty attitude she portrayed except for one.

They couldn't understand why a woman with such a bright mind behaved so recklessly, but it made sense. You don't really know someone's story unless you've walked in their shoes.

Her mother was a black woman from New Orleans and her father was from Cuba, together creating a beautiful caramel-skinned daughter with wavy dark brown hair and full lips.

Her father had spontaneously withdrawn himself, leaving an extremely devastated and jobless wife behind with their nine year old daughter. Sadly, the departure of her father killed her mother off by the time she turned fifteen.

Parents weren't meant to leave their young ones, but life was that cruel. Every time you started thinking that everything will be alright, life laughed in your face because he knows what's coming next.

More storms. More rocky roads. More rollercoaster rides.

Lavender breathed her thoughts away and grabbed her handbag. She fished in the bag for a granola bar that expired about two months ago and smiled with relief as she stepped out of her room when she found it.

"Lavender!" Liam beamed, greeting her with his usual cheerful grin and a bow. "The goddess of summer."

"You're such a goofball."

His grin stretched as he took her granola bar. She frowned, trying to get it back but he used his height as an advantage and pushed all of the contents in his large mouth.

"Your goofball to be precise," he finally answered with his mouth full.

"That was supposed to be my breakfast," she nearly cried. As if on cue, her stomach growled.

She hated being hungry. No matter how often it happened, she never quite got used to the feeling of the hunger eating out her insides.

Lavender spent days on bread and water alone. It wasn't like she wanted to. It wasn't like she had a choice to be picky or to eat as she pleased. Beggars don't choose. They just take what they get.

Liam laughed at her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "Okay, breakfast is on me."

"Then let's go! What're you waiting on?" She dragged him out, anticipating a proper breakfast.

As much as Lavender hated to get attached to anyone, Liam forcefully steered his way into her life.

She dodged him quicker than a blow to the face, but he was faster. She tried getting rid of him like a flee, shooing him away and spanking his kind attempts to get closer to her.

But the more she threw her insults, the more he waved her off as if to say, 'Is that your best shot?'

Now, they were inseparable. He's the only true friend she ever had, yet there was still so much he didn't know about her.