"Bella, I'm no good for you." Mason says, is lips attacking my neck as my legs wrap around his toned torso and moan escaping my lips.
"Neither am I, but we can't always get what we want. But I want you," I breath as his lips are back on mine, though the sound of a gun cocking pulls us apart.
"Cute, the gang leader and America's sweetheart. The Star Crossed Lovers thought they could be together." Derek says before a single gun shot pierces my ears, I feel my body go cold.
Black spots invade my vision before I black out again, for the second time today.
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.