"How many times do I have to correct you guys before you get it right? SOY MILK. S-O-Y...."
I zoned out, staring her in the eye and nodding pretending like I was listening to her complaints. After I realized I could slip a sentence in, I smiled politely and told her, "Sorry ma'am. We'll fix it for you right now."
"You know what? I don't even want it anymore. Keep my money. Here's the stupid drink."
At that moment, the unknown customer lifted her drink to throw in my face. Before I could even comprehend what was happening, Elliot Greer Rains was in between me and the lady with a burning hot drink splattered all over his chest.
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.