The Beauty Beneath

Ugly. Freak. Fatty. I had been called those things and more for as long as I could remember. I didn't mind it, though, because to the outside world, those words described me perfectly. But it was all a charade, a façade to keep people away. Never let anyone get too close. It had worked for twelve years of my life, ever since I caused my father's death.And then Carter Anderson pushed his way into my world. Gorgeous, of course, charming, naturally, and cocky, a given-he called himself my frie...