❝My parents warned me about the drugs on the street but never about the one with the electric blue eyes and heartbeat.❞
Nothing could compare to the luxurious lives five teenagers lived in Covington Prep. Scandals, parties, paparazzi were embedded i...
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"What are you doing here?"
Lisa's sea foam eyes fell back to the ground, for once looking down. Her shoulders slumped at the dry tone he posed and her lips quivered slightly.
She knew she looked like shit. For once. Her brown curls were loose and unruly, reaching her breast in oily streaks. Her face was free of makeup and the hollows illuminating her cheekbones and bags under her eyes were visible to the naked eye.
She wore a white blouse, folded at the elbow and two buttons undone, showing her Victoria Secret bra but she didn't care, it was too hot outside for her to. Her blouse was tucked in at the waist with black shorts and a pair of Louis Vuitton flats were covering her feet.
Bruises marked her skin, at the nape of her neck where Alessandra touched her and at the wrists of her hands.
Despite Alex's cold attitude towards her, the Lubowski manor was warm and vibrant, with soft beige tones coloring the sides of the manor. The security guard at the entrance let her in at the gate, seeing her as a familiar face. Yet she was stopped at the hard wood door entrance to the house, Alex's hard blue eyes boring down on her.
"What are you doing here?" He repeated again, seeing as she was silent. His tone was dry and monotonous but yet, her stupid heart still skipped a beat at hearing it.
It wasn't surprising that he was mad. Considering she and his current girlfriend were engaged in a cat fight last night, which may have led to her trying to rip out that stupid bitch's hair while she tried to do the same. She could hardly call it a cat fight, the bruises etched all over her skin vouching for that.
She couldn't remember what had exactly happened the night before. All she could remember was that Alessandra had slipped a snide remark on her behalf and that had caused Lisa to explode. Then after what felt like an eternity of hair pulling, strangling and rolling on the floor, Alex who was the sole reason for it pulled the two of them apart.
He'd given her the dirtiest look ever, his eyes blazing as he grabbed his dear girlfriend bridal style (Lisa felt sick looking at that) and went off, leaving her in the middle of Seth's living room, sprawled dead and tired on the floor.
