"We were friends. We were just friends. Until he started putting his hands on my hips when he had too many shots of vodka and I started to remember it in the mornings when he woke up with my head on his chest and didn't remember falling asleep with me. We were friends until he told me he loved me, spilled his soul to me, and then didn't speak to me for a week. We were friends until I spent too many nights getting drunk when I didn't even like to drink just so I could feel his fingers against my back as we slept. I loved being friends with him, but I absolutely hated falling in love with him."
When Harley gets involved with the wrong people, she falls in love with someone that maybe she shouldn't have. She follows a torturous, repeating cycle of spending Saturday nights in someone else's kitchen with a bottle to her lips just to drown away her pathetic sorrows. Until she meets someone who changes her completely, builds her up then tears her right back down in the matter of a weekend. She would spend weeks building her walls up and getting better just for him to come and knock them right back down again. But she was in love and no matter how bad he treated her, she would and did anything for him.
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.