We all have that one person in our lives that we never really payed much attention to. They've been in our lives, our school,for as long as we can remember. We've laughed at one or two of their jokes and heard a few rumours about them but never really gave it more thought.
Well for me that person was Ezra. Ezra was about 5'7 and had a medium sized frame. He had toned legs and muscular arms. He was among the top three weight lifters in the school but he sure as hell didn't look like it. Ezra, unlike most boys in my relatively preppy school, had jett black, thick hair that fell softly around his attractive face. His facial expression was playful and seductive. He was quiet but charming.
Ezra knew my name and I knew his but that was practically it.
Soon though, that would change. Drastically.
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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.