I was sitting in my bedroom, picking at my nails as i waited for one of my best frind to pick me up. Normally i would've just drove myself there but he insisted on picking me up and he was late.
I let out a sigh and glanced out my window that his blue jeep wasn't out there. I grabbed to call him. It rang and rang but he never answered. ''Damn it,Stiles''. I let out a sigh and fell backwards onto my bed defore glancingover at apicture of Stiles and i. I remember meeting him and Scott in seventh grade when i movedto Beacon Hills. Stiles was my first kiss. Stile was also my first crush and sad part is that i'm still crushing on him. I decided to call Scott.
''Hello?'' I heard Scott. At least he knows how to answer hos phone. ''Hey.Do you know where Stiles is?''
''He is with Malia'' of course he is. ''Wait. He is late again, isn't he?''
;;Twenty minutes'' I starded befor Scott sight.
''Where was he talking you?'' he asked me. I replied, ''Just his house.We were suppose to work on a project due tomorrow''
''Do you want me to come over and help you? Scott asked.''No it's okay''
''Okay.If you do,just call me'' he said.''Okay.Thanks Scott.''
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.