Okay so here it goes, I'm just one of those million teenagers out there. I live with my mom and my dad passed away four years ago. I'm 16 years old and I'm the only child, boring as hell right? Well listen to this.. It was a Friday night and I was on my bed as usual while every other "normal" teenager where partying and getting drunk. I really didn't care much about going to parties and having fun, I would rather just stay at home and count my hair straws, yeah I'm dead serious. I actually didn't give a shit about anything or anyone, I was the "good goody" as they called me, mamas little girl with perfect grades. I wasn't that outgoing, just simple until...
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.