"You wouldn't" I stuttered.
"You have no idea," he smirked enjoying this way too much.
"You can't," my voice went a decibel higher.
"Watch me," he laughed, already walking to his car, throwing the keys into the air before grabbing them.
What am I going to do. My friends are going to kill him. I need him
to shut up.
Before I knew what I was saying the words slipped out, "Wait. Let's negotiate," I pleaded.
He stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly, very slowly, much to my annoyance.
"What could YOU possibly have to offer ME?" he raised an eyebrow while a wicked smile played on his lips.
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.