I am not the "good girl" who falls in love with the "bad boy" all the while developing quite a possessive and passive aggressive attitude towards him and any girl he interacts with. Nor holds out that "he'll change" while hiding behind a wall of sarcasm and cynicism.
I am not the "bad girl" with a troubled past who gets with the "geek" or the "jock" golden boy either, a girl who is just seeking someone to love her and whose facade cracks easier than thin ice.
I am not any of those cliche'd tropes found in teen lit, and I sure as hell don't need saving
I am "that girl", the one the whole school buzzes about, not because I am its queen bee. I am the girl you think your boyfriend would cheat with, not that I would touch him. I am not weighed down by the insane rules of "girl code" "guy code" or plagued with repression from the morality police. I am not the most disciplined "good time" and "party girl" you will eve meet. So lets go and push the limits.
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.