"Listen here you little shit, I am almost an adult. You can't tell me what to do anymore." I growl, looking this piece of shit in the eye.
"Listen here, little girl.. I don't give a single shit. Don't talk to me this way, I own you." He snaps back.
"I'd like to see you try and make me." I sass, with an eye roll.
He lets out a growl, and tackles me onto the bed. He straddles my hips, and pins my arms above my head. My adrenaline quickly disappears, placed with fear.
"Don't test my abilities doll, I'll take you anytime."
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.