Abbey Love Nathan.
Don't let the name fool you. She's allergic to love.
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"Tell me, Abbey," He leans against the locker next to her, a smile playing on his lips. "How far is the stick up your ass?"
She slams her locker shut, her stormy gray eyes meeting his sparkling golden brown orbs with a deathly glare. She mocks him, "Tell me, Dalton, does this hurt?"
As the question leaves her mouth, she swings her booted foot back and kicks him in the shin as hard as she can. He yelps in pain, gripping his now throbbing shin.
"Aw, I'm sorry, I didn't catch that?" She cups a hand to her ear, a shit-eating grin spreading across her face. He just silently scowls at her irritating face.
"Come on now, baby," She coos, teasing him. "Use your words."
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.