I learned a long time ago that you can't trust anyone in life. Even the ones who say you can trust them, say that they love you more than life itself, aren't to be trusted. That's what my daddy did, trusted my momma, and look where that landed him. Drunk, depressed, and divorced, stuck with a kid he never really wanted. And me? I'm that "kid". I'm 16 years old and I will not fall in love.Ever. I refuse! What good is it to feel all warm and fuzzy for a few months when you feel all crappy and disgusting for the next four years that follow? I really don't get this thing called love. So what the heck am I doing standing here at this train station, waiting for some guy who left me a year ago for college? Somebody shoot me now.
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.