A slap echoed in the hall. Angry brown eyes glared at me while tears brimmed the surface. I looked over and you were glaring at me as well, Roman.
"So, you guys heard. Didn't you? Or otherwise, you wouldn't act like this." I said, smiling. My right cheek stung.
Shelia grabbed my collar and shoved me to the wall. "Hey, take it easy, Shelia," Don said to the right of me. Without even looking at him, I knew he was smiling on the inside. He had no remorse. He enjoyed this. After all, he didn't have to budge a finger to cause this. Because I did.
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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.