Behind Our Scars

[This story is for mature audiences] [16+] "You fucking piss me off." His lips are inches away from mine and those hazel eyes burn into mine sending shockwaves down my spine.

"And I don't know why," The brunette boy's fingers trail up my thigh, lightly brushing over the rough scars that sit on my skin, while his free hand runs through my curls, pulling my head back to expose my neck.

His face moves to the rim of my jaw and he just allows his breath to touch me, nothing else.

"You're fucking beautiful, Londyn."

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Londyn Simpson; Van Gough Private University's golden girl. She has a natural eye for beauty, and beauty laced within her features, within her future. Her past on the other hand? Ugliness, pain, depression.

A darkness she cannot seem to escape.

Andrès Morgan. Rich, rude, brutal, and talented. If anyone had to say anything about that kid it was that he was a fighter. He fought his way through every single obstacle that comes his way. All but one. One he can't seem to get rid of, one that he can't forget.

Well, how could he when bruises begin to surround his torso?

They're two people no one would ever think would mix, not even themselves but when their drama inducing art teacher puts them together for a two month long project, nothing but pain is set in tow for the pair after a short spring break trip.

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