Elliot recognized how awful this was, you and him being extremely different, but perfect. You and him were almost like oil and water—but you just mixed. Too well. You were Rue’s best friend, her trusted companion, and now a homewrecker.

On New Year’s Eve, Elliot held you close in the bathroom, pressing you up against the wall. "We won’t get caught," He murmurs mindlessly against your lips, trying to soothe your worries. Being Rue's best friend was bad enough. This complicates things.