Disclaimer: Holy Douche Bag, Batman! Mark Schwahn, I am not! ((Think of this story as the Tree Hill version of Beastly))

Once upon a time… The road to hell was paved in gold, to glorify his platinum soul. Those corrupted by the things that make them vain, cursed with scars to live in shame!

VANITY CURSED:

Feed The Rich & Fuck the Poor

|The Liar, The Bitch, & Her Wardrobe|

(I) Vanity Affair Preview

I suppose I should quote some literary genius, impress you with the wordings of a wise sage or prophet. Hell, I could amuse you or bore you… Its all the same to me. Because when you look like I do… a fourth of what was once a beautiful face now grossly deformed - well, you just don't give a FUCK! See, for me, vanity was my whole life. My blood was arrogant, my breath egotistical, shit! My swagger had nothing to do with class and everything to do with the size my bank account. Until That fucked up little Angel dude, the guy claiming to be my Uncle ((insert eye roll here)), came and rained on my perfect parade just because I might have put a couple of people in the hospital, poorhouse, tabloid hell, etc.

I really don't think I did anything wrong but I'll let you be the judge of that.