Imagine this. You're at a party which is filled with people you know. These people have certain features that label them as a part of a certain group. There's the jocks: guys flexing their muscles and drinking beer like there's no tomorrow aka total tools. There's the barbies: girls with skirts that barely pass off as underwear, heels the size of the eiffel tower and makeup that makes them look like a walking, talking Sephora store. There's the tag alongs: the designated drivers who can't do shit because who gives a fuck about them? But me- I'm different. a little off when it comes to the social hierarchy of high school bullshit. I'm a nobody in the sea of everybody. I'm Aiden Samuels and I am an introvert.
Now, you might think I'm the guy who doesn't talk to people and chokes on his own words. That's not even the starting of this miserable label. The thing is that when I'm with my "friends", I'm a little unicorn who shits glitter, farts rainbows and burps happiness. I'm fan-fucking-tastic! But put me in a room full of strangers and you'll find me in the back, ticking away on my phone and having conversations with my imaginary friend Stevie (he's a unicorn btw). I honestly prefer the company of my laptop more than that of an actual human being... except one human being (more like greek god): Evan Parker.
Will Evan be the one to break down the walls I surround myself with? Will he be the one to finally fill the empty void I have in the darkest corners of my heart- the part I'm not ready to show anybody? Or will he be the one to add pain to the chronicles of an introvert?
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.