"Hey."
The first time I heard him I thought it wasn't addressed to me so in good conscience I ignored it but when we finally passed each other and he said it again I turned around and sure enough, they were all looking at me.
It was the first guy I saw minutes ago.
I looked at him too, trying not to gawk that all of them clearly work out. My heart was thumping but I set it aside and tried to mask my nervousness with nonchalance.
"Yes?" I asked when I realized I haven't replied in a hot second.
The guy who called, who I noticed is a few inches taller than the rest of them said, "We were just going out to eat. Are you alone?"
"No, my friends are waiting for me," I smiled and waved before turning away.
"Alright, see you around Kali."
My smile faded. I stopped in my tracks and turned around, "How--?"
He raised his phone and sure enough, there was a picture of me and him in two separate bubbles with a sign that says;
"It's a Match!"
Tinder.
Holy fuck.
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#74 in Filipino
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.