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Whoa! Watch it!" a guy's deep voice said, swinging his body away from me. I looked up, ready to apologize, but when my eyes met dark blue eyes, recognition washed over me. Actually, the more appropriate thing to say is that it knocked the wind right out of me. I knew him. I knew him all too well. The dark brown, almost black hair. The blue eyes. The small dimple that only surfaced at random times. Scowling eyes looked down at me, and a moment passed in which I stared back, taking in the familiar features I was so used to seeing before. I watched him watch me, his entire demeanour oozing arrogance. He lifted a cigarette to his mouth, and I stood, transfixed as his lips closed over the filter, sucking, inhaling. He continued to look at me, but something had changed. His eyes now searched mine, and I felt my stomach twist when his lips parted to exhale a cloud of smoke. "You." he said. --- We all have Scars. Nobody knows this better than Scarlett Knight - her very own name being her constant reminder that no matter what happens, you pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and move forward. And that's exactly what she did after her high school left her battered and bruised. Having moved on and left her past where it belongs, Scarlett's fought hard to transition into a gorgeous 21 year-old young lady. And, at 21, she is exactly where she wants to be : Completing her final year of her degree in the enchanting off-campus resident mansion known as Valdora House. That is, until her picture-perfect world is unravelled by the presence of none other than high school heartthrob slash nemesis Nate Ryders. He is devastatingly handsome, undeniably tempting and deliciously dangerous. Not only is he constant reminder of her past, but he is also the reason for her rise and fall. And now he's here, everywhere, opening old wounds and creating new scars. After all, our scars tell a story. Let's see what this one will be, shall we.
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(THE EDIT OF THIS STORY HAS BEEN TEMPORARILY REMOVED. IT WILL BE PUBLISHED AGAIN SOON) I clear my throat and pop my head into view with the most friendly smile I could muster. "Hi," I say softly, stepping closer. "Um, I'm Cammie." To my relief, she smiles back. "Hi," she says simply. She was... a little drunk, and by the redness in her eyes, probably high. She smelled of beer and weed and as she turned to the shower to pull the curtain back, I noticed the tramp stamp on her lower back that read "This was a dare." "A real tease, isn't she?" I recognized that voice. It made my skin crawl and sweat break out over my entire body. My body turns and my blood runs cold when the gray eyes from downstairs meet mine. What are the odds that my roommate brought this sleaze-bag home? "Uh..." is the only word that is able to exit my mouth. He chuckles and leans back into the couch behind him, his eyes not leaving mine. A pair of dimples so large you could fill them with water and call them kiddie pools. "I-I guess you can't choose your roommate when you apply so late," I say with a nervous laugh before my hand comes up to hold my own arm in an attempt to comfort myself out of this awkward moment. His eyebrows raise until they disappear under his floppy bangs. "Yeah, I guess that's true. Hopefully you don't mind me bringing girls around here often." I thickly swallow as his words make their way through my brain, and I take a small step back until I feel the bathroom door against my back. "What?" I blurt out. He smirks and takes a few steps closer to me, his hands slowly, slowly coming to rest on the door on either side of my shoulders, about six inches between our faces. He smelled better than she did, that was for sure. His scent alone could have made me blush. "Cause you can't choose your roommates, and I ain't going anywhere, roomie."

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