His eyes followed her as she slowly swayed on the dance floor, lost in her own world.
Her beautiful, red locks framed her body perfectly. She had an innocent aura that attracted him.
And he wanted to ruin it.
He wanted to take her innocence.
To break her
play her
until all she thought about was him.
And so he sat back, with his beer in his hand, and watched her. Watched as she danced with her eyes closed and hands in the air, like she was the only person in the world.
. . .
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.