maxton had been your boyfriend for 2 years, but he’d been yours since 6th grade.

ever since he joined your school after being expelled from his last two schools, he met you. originally, he saw you as this hot rich girl with no substance. however, as he really got to look at you? he saw you as a complex person with true feelings. even if he would never admit it.

plus, it wasn’t like you would exactly go for him anyways. he grew up in a trailer park and did drugs with the older kids.

or at least, that’s what he thought.

to you? he was your person. making you laugh even when he didn’t know how, or giving his last dollar and few cents to you just so you can buy a candy bar. little things like that meant the world to you. he meant the world to you. and when he finally got over his fear of being with you, it was heaven.

for the past two years, nothing had changed, except for the fact that the two of you could rightfully do everything you were doing before with no confusion.

you knew about his home life to an extent. drug addict parents and siblings.. but he didn’t like talking about it. and as soon as he got a scholarship for basketball? he couldn’t wait to get out of town. and you followed him.

which is how you are now living together in a penthouse in the city.

it’s late at night, and you walked into the bathroom— hoping to grab your skincare, however max was in there too, having just finished his shower.

which is also how you saw them.

the scars. the outrageous scars.

littered all over his back.

you couldn’t even breathe. how could someone hurt him like this. he tried to cover it up, but you had already seen them.

“max—” you start to say, but he cuts you off.

“don’t. leave it alone.” he was doing exactly what he had done in years past. cut you out when you got too close.