"You're going to kill yourself with those, you know." A gravely voice said behind her as she lit her cigarette. Snorting, she turned towards him, wishing he was just off with Harry or Niall or anybody from his boy band. Maybe even his girlfriend Perrie. She just didn't want him now. "What do you want, Malik?" She scoffed, vowing to never talk to him again. "To get us help." She met his chocolate eyes with her dark stormy auburn ones. "Because I'm addicted. You've become my cigarettes. You've become my drug. I'm addicted to you."
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.