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"Max..." The boy didn't respond. He just kept his gaze to the carpet. "I know you miss your mom--"
"YOU don't know shit, Rebecca. Besides, I barley knew her, I was just a simple child." His feat shifted and his voice was laced with deep venom, but his eyes stood placed onto the soft blue floor cover. Max's fists clenched for a moment, but only a moment, before he flinched at the slight pain that shot through his leg. Ms Lewis sat there for a moment... Her eyes were wide, but they soon softened, and she placed her hand onto his shoulder, Max didn't react.
"You're still a child, Darling..."
"...Then why wont anyone treat me like one."
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Under heavy rewrite!!
3-4 chapters in process.
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.