A dull thump was the only warning I got before my binder goes crashing to the floor. Again? I watch as my attacker runs, laughing down the hallway. Like I would be able to do anything about it anyways. I sigh as I kneel down to pick up my papers that have flown all over the place. I reach out to grab a page that went further than the rest and that when I notice him, Brent Shae, the bad boy. "Looks like you dropped something." He says with a smirk as he walks by. I just stare at him while he walks. A furious blush rising to my cheeks. He steps on my papers as he walks by and I just watch, my mouth hanging open as I take in his features. So much for looking cool today, I guess I'll have to worry about that later while I am reorganizing my binder.
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.