"You?" He laughed, "Why would anyone care about you? Oh god, Blake, grow the fuck up and realise no one does or ever will care about you." He let out a hearty laugh and threw his cigarette at me.
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Blake. Blake West.
That's her name. Well at least that's what they think. Thats all they care to know, nothing more.
She's a used mirror, used too much to the point where people play with her broken shards.
Lost in this hell we call Earth. Lost in her own thoughts and scars.
Scared with nothing to save her, alone with no one to hold onto,
So she let go.
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.