I’m just another teenage girl. I don’t have a story to tell, let alone a tale . But as I have learnt through bitter experiences , fate throws tales to tell to your grandchildren when you ‘re least expecting it. Those moments that alone give your life meaning , the reasons for your existence. My moment hasn’t come yet and as far as guys go , I don’t think it’s coming from them. Nah.. I’m not lesbian . Just another girl with one too many heartbreaks. Prince Charming isn’t coming around , darling. Don’t spend your days waiting for him . And I have come to accept that.
But sometimes , just sometimes , I wish that my life was cliché. That someone would pick up all the shattered pieces of my heart and put them back together with love But too bad , clichés aren’t real.
Nothing is real anymore.
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.