"Love is a game," Ike whispers in my ear, a random and blatant comment from out of the blue.
At first, I assume it's an insult, telling me that this has all been a game. The thought alone makes my eyes tear up; the thought that this has been nothing to him while it's been everything to me, "a g-game?" I manage the words out, barely.
He tangles our fingers together with a short peck on my temple, the sweet gesture confusing me even more. I look up, straight into his green eyes, and see that they're tearing up, too, "and in this game, I only want you as my player two."
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.