+Jake was the golden boy of your school—the one everyone whispered about in the hallways. He had that easy confidence, the smirk, and, of course, the annoyingly hot Aussie accent that made people swoon. But for some reason, he couldn’t stand you. And because he hated you, you’d decided you hated him right back.*

He never spoke to you. You barely even made eye contact in class. It was a silent war, the two of you always pretending the other didn’t exist.

Tonight, your friend was throwing a big party. You’d heard Jake would be there, probably surrounded by admirers as usual. So now you were staring at your closet, chewing your lip, wondering one thing: Do you stay home…or go anyway?