Summary

Because of the absurd character limit this website has.

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He was on his knees, thrashing violently at the canvas. She could see the back muscles rippling through his black tee as he splashed colors of diverse vibrancies onto the previously blank frame. 

"Ah, you've met Adam." Her companion uttered, noticing the gaze she had on the painter. 

"Adam?" 

The name was too common, too low-key for someone like him- it just didn't fit.

 "Well, his real name is Amadeus, you know, like Mozart. Don't let his charming looks deceive you, he's about as mean and as crazy as they come. The genius doesn't have time for regular people." The reluctant tour guide muttered with a roll of her eyes. 

However, the more Eveline gazed at the man, the more she became entranced. While her companion was nudging her to move along, Eve could only stand there- powerless- because as crazy as the boy who calls himself "Amadeus" might be, she had never seen anything more beautiful than the man tearing apart his canvas. 

For the first time in months, she felt the itching need to paint. Did that make her crazy too? 

The last thing Eveline, or "Eve", wanted was to go to some preppy art school where half the kids paid their way in- and the other half think they're the next Da Vinci- but when she's all out of inspiration- and cash- she has no other choice but to finally accept the nagging dean's offer.

Amadeus, or "Adam" is surrounded by idiots. He knew what his "peers" said about him. He had anger issues, was too possessive, had too much talent for his own good, and was by far the hottest guy on campus. All of which, he shamelessly admits, are true. But when he meets a girl (a painter, no less) who isn't intimidated, but rather challenged by his talents (who also has a rockin' bod), the idiocy that surrounds him might become just a little more tolerable.