THE ENEMY I LOVE
Elliot went still, his jaw tightening, eyes darkening.
Jade slammed his locker shut and turned to leave.
He only took a few steps when Elliot grabbed him and shoved him against the lockers, roughly.
Jade sucked in a breath, barely having tim to react before Elliot's hand pressed firm against his shoulder, holding him in place.
"I love it when you act tough, pretty boy" Elliot said, his voice low and dangerous. His Italian accent rolled off his tongue.
Elliot had moved to America from Italy when he was fifteen. Most of the time, his English was smooth, controlled but when he was pissed, or when something got under his skin, that Italian accent comes out.
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