I should've known he was trouble from the moment he walked into my shop.
The way his tattoos covered every single visible part of his skin.
The way he spoke in such a chill demeanor, as if he didn't have a care in the world.
The way that smirk of his stayed plastered on his face, as if it was a tattoo of its own.
And yet, he tripped me up and I fell for him, with him in turn falling for me as well. Little did I know, the words "Gang Life" stitched on to his hat meant more to him than I thought, and soon they would to me too.
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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.