"It's hate now, but there's love in the future."
"He just wanted a fling with you, Beatrice,” He laughed with his friends who also made fun of me. I felt tears brim my eyes, threatening to fall, but I wasn’t gonna let them get what they wanted. “That’s not true.” I defended.
“Hate to break it you, but Kayson told me he was trying to slip one in your drink, but you weren’t gonna drink anything so he disappeared and found another fine ass bitch he could toy with and fuck, then screw to the corner-what he would’ve done with you. If you still want to fuck someone-you can fuck me, but with a paper bag over your face."
All rights reserved to Skye Evans. This is a story of fiction. All characters belong to Skye Evans. Please don't steal my story. If I can come up with my own ideas, so can you. This story was published in 2014.
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.