I don’t know if it was the smell of oil and burning rubber, incessant eye candy, or the ecstasy of the race that kept me here. Whatever it was, had kept me here, probably for life.
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.