If I had to describe myself in three words they would probably be "lacking of fucks."
I just can't bring myself to care all that much about things. I tried, I really did. I searched high and low for a fuck to give but alas, none could be found. My (only) friend Dion calls me a cynic but then again I only call him when I'm looking for an easy lay.
I do know someone who actually does give a fuck though. Someone who cares a whole fucking lot about everything, especially about Dion. Personally I find him annoying but he's paying me to get him into Dion's pant's by the end of the semester and frankly I really need the cash.
With the help of an evil (and seemingly bipolar) school president and a socially inept millionaire who has his heart set on my cock-slut of a bestie I somehow manage to completely fuck everything up but like I said,
I don't care.
...fine maybe I do
but just a little.
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.