"I can't believe this!" Naomi said, sighing to herself. She looked over at her friend who was nodding, pretending to pay attention- Naomi could tell.
"Naomi, it's fine! You only got a B on the test!" Naomi's best friend Leah Johnson said, pushing Naomi's glasses up to her face as they were falling down her nose.
Naomi was about to open her mouth when a hand slammed on their lunch table, startling the two girls slightly and taking them out of their small argument.
"Get up," A male voice said. There was something weird about his voice. Naomi grabbed her binder and pulled her friend up from the table, where she got a good look at the male. He didn't look familiar and she didn't want to get to know him. She fled the scene, pulling Leah with her as they went to another table.
"Who was that?"
"No idea,"
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.