"You know, a little bit of joy in your playing wouldn't hurt," I smirk.
He stopped, his hands still on the keys and turned his head to glare at me so intensely, I fought the urge to take a step back.
"That is not for you to decide. Now leave."
"I'm not leaving until you tell me why you don't play with any happiness. It's as if it pains you to play the piano."
He gets up so quickly that this time I actually do take a step back. He marches over to me, the fire in his cold blue eyes reminding me of a shining fiery star. His face is only centimeters away from mine, but I do not move. I feel the coolness of his breath on my skin as he says with a broken tone,
"What if it does?"
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.