Hideous. Absolutely horrendous, ghastly, atrocious – there aren’t enough vulgar words in the entire dictionary to describe how awful the fuzzy pink scrunchies were. And that’s the only reason I talked to her. I wanted to tell Nikita she was embarrassing herself by wearing the accessories in her hair. If I had known the truth behind her reserved, timid façade, I’d never have asked her to stay behind in class that day.
Warning: sexual themes, dork humour. This story should not be taken seriously.
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.