"My name's Lucifer, or if you like, you can call me Luci. I know it's kinda girly, but I personally like it. It's a rather interesting name, actually. Funnily enough, Lucy- the girl name- means 'light' like lightbulb. But then here I am in this-"
So this guy was the devil? Wow. He seems kinda seems like a hyperactive toddler with a large vocabulary and high on sugar. But with a hot bod. Damn, he's hot.
"Is that a pun? You know, 'hot'. Geddit?" He burst out laughing at his own joke.
Great. I thought that out loud.
"Yeah, I get it." I replied dryly. He's kind of a cute, awkward loon. Aside from the fact he's way taller than me, he's pretty much a kid. A hot kid, goddammit.
"But why God, though? Can't it be me? Like as in 'luciferdammit' or something of the sort." I SAID IT OUT LOUD AGAIN. WELL, FUCK. "But why?" I asked patiently.
"But why not?" He asked, raising a brow.
"Because my ass says no!" I fired back loudly, forgetting I was in polite company and not with my friends.
"My ass says yes, sorry."
"Your fat ass."
"Excuse me! My ass is well-defined and rounded very nicely, if I say so myself!"
Ella is falling apart trying to live a "perfect" high school life. Then she meets Ren, who can see past her scars. Suddenly perfection isn't her only option.
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Ella Volkov is a gifted music student, but she's depressed and starting to crack under the pressure of high school. Her overbearing father won't even let her choose what instrument she plays. Then she finds herself alone at a party with Ren, her best friend's crush. She'd always thought he was rude, but after that night he's all Ella can think about. Now she's trapped. If Ella dates Ren, it will ruin her friendship with Jenny. But if she stays true to Jenny, she's losing the one person who can see past her scars. It's up to Ella to decide if she will forge her own path, or stay in the "perfect" box designed for her...
Content and/or Trigger Warning: depression, anxiety, self-harm, violence, sexual assault.
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