"Hey, love,"
"Not gonna happen, pretty boy."
"I think it is going to happen, love,"
Meet Zarita Arce,
Broken. But a badass, nonetheless.
Broken. I was left that way a year ago on the day of my brother's death. My world became hell itself. I changed. Though, who wouldn't? I was only fifteen and my other half left me.
Luka Pierceson. The boy I never heard of. He saved me. The fuckboy saved me.
This has cliche scenes so if you're not into that then don't read it. It has cursing and (some) violence. You've been warned.
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.