Even though she sobbed so hard I was afraid she might shatter in my arms, she looked so beautiful when she cried. Snot reached as far as her chin, and I wiped it away with my sleeve. Her dark hair was sprawled out over my shoulders, tangled from days without being brushed. Everything from her deep flesh colored lips, to the freckles sprinkled over her angelic skin, to her child like hands- drew me in. And suddenly, I became angry with the utterly foolish girl wailing into my chest.
I love her.
I hate her.
I want her.
I need her.
But I can't have her.
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.