«w-who are you?» I hardly said, trying to breath properly.
My head was spinning and I saw in slowy motion his face, only a few centimetres away from mine.
«I am a stranger, a stranger on the bus.»
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.