"What's that on your hand?" Ashton pointed to my wrist.
I hesitated to answer, worrying that he might act different toward me.
"Here," He said, pulling a sharpie out of his backpack, clicking the cap off.
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.