"Come on, you look like you need a night out." His voice was silk, his eyes were warm. He had come all the way to my house, to stand on my porch, and ask me to break the rules. To lie to my mother about where I was really going. To go to a party that I could almost guarantee would have alcohol in the midst. I swallowed and looked up at him. His lips curved into a smile. I got my phone out...
"Mom, hey... I'm going to Gabby's house. I'll be back by 12. Love you too, bye." I considered what I'd just agreed to for a second. Asking myself if I'd regret it. I reached down and picked my sequin Ugg's up off the floor and pulled them on. Probably, I answered myself. Then I stepped out the door, closing it and my morals for the night, behind me.
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.