"The school does seem to have a way of limiting certain people, doesn't it." She mused, absentmindedly trailing her finger over the rim of her coffee cup.
I refused to meet her gaze, still uncertain as to whether she was telling the truth about genuinly wanting to help me.
"Look," she says, as if reading my mind, "I know it's hard to believe me. Hell, I would'n't believe me either. But if you would, I want to help. I think you have the potential to be something great."
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.