This is not a love story, but it is a story about love. And equality. And idiots – at least, Tig thinks they’re idiots.
To write a love story is a funny thing. I mean, first you have to decide what love is, and damn. That. Is. Hard. None of the lectures on creative writing at her university could help, and it’s not like she had a whole lot of experience with it. Love is one of those things that are really hard to take advice on. You kind of just have to learn it for yourself.
Between an overly religious roommate who likes to hide tampons at the worst possible time in the worst possible place, a flirtatious middle aged Creative Writing professor - not to mention his equally flirtatious God-like son, a love story that she wished would just write itself and a cute guy who is too nice for his own good, Tig shouldn't be bored. But damn. She is. What's the worst that can happen if she decides to spice things up a bit? We all know someone's going to get hurt, it's just a matter of who...
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.