"Hello, daydreamer. Is this seat taken? " A voice pipes up from the aisle next to me. I yank my earbuds from my ears and land my gaze on The Face behind The Voice. Man, is it a face. I mentally kick myself, but my facial expression doesn't change. Arching an eyebrow, I cross my arms over my chest.
"Daydreamer?" I roll my eyes.He nods, a smirk forming on his lips.
"Yeah, but now that you've seen my face , I should start calling you wetdreamer." He winks and plops down in the seat next to me.
"That's the lamest thing I've ever heard. It makes absolutely no sense. Also, someone's probably going to be sitting there." I point to the seat he's currently sitting in. He chuckles, and runs a hand through his thick, black hair.
"You know you loved it, daydreamer."
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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.