Whoops.
The most understated way to say you fucked up.
I guess you could say this word defines my life. My "father"--that word doesn't even describe him--one day knocked up my mother and I became the biggest "whoops!" of her life. After I was born, I "whoops!"-ed though multiple broken arms and legs, accidentally fed the dog chocolate (hey, I was 5), and basically "whoops!"-ed my grades to death.
And what am I doing now?
Let's just say, my life as isn't over yet...
This is a story about the biggest "whoops!" of my life, and how it changed everything.
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.