"Jamie, it's Alex,"
"Oh. Hi?" It felt like I was talking to a complete stranger. I didn't remember him. He could be my brother, for all that I knew.
"You don't... Remember me, do you?" His voice cracked, hurt and raw. I stared into his shockingly blue eyes, trying to piece together some scraps of memory that I knew dwelled deep inside of me. His face was serious, jaw set and brow furrowed. But his eyes were different. They housed a look of sorrow, regret, loss. It pained me to force the words out of my dry throat, but I knew that I had to.
"No, I really don't."
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.