My body is slammed against the locker, and Carter's stale breath nearly suffocates me. I put my hands on his chest and try to push away, the edges of the picture digging into my sweaty palm.
Carter crushes his lips against my neck, clawing at my shirt in the middle of the hall.
"Hey, did you miss me?"
"Get off of me. Please." I pleaded desperately, my hands hitting against his chest as his lips move down further, his hands daring to do more damage
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Thank you Lonelier_than_LONELY for all of your help!
Also, thank you to my lovely girlfriend for everything that she does for me. Without her none of my writing would be possible.
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.