"What a naughty little lamb you are"
I looked to the ground, not wanting to look into his harsh, piercing eyes any longer.
"I'm sorry"
I whispered and he responded with a deep chuckle.
"Are you really?"
I wanted to be sorry, I really did.
But I couldn't bring myself to feel sincerity when I said those words.
I shook my head softly, fidgeting with the hem of my sweater.
He let out a deep chuckle once more, grabbing my chin between his fingers and forcing my gaze upward.
"I thought so"
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.