'Dear Cress,
If you are reading this, I am probably dead. That means everything in the packet concealed below is yours. All the information that you have ever learned will know change. You will see the world in a different point of view. You'll learn new things. Meet new people. But I need you to listen. Don't tell anyone, ever, what you are about to see. Never. Unless they need to know it.
Signed, Sir Leavey'
I gasped and choked down the sobs. Cal, he was, he was dead. This was only a reminder. I sighed and slowly picked the red seal off the envelope. The words I looked over for the next few or so hours left me speechless.
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.