You and Hazel have hated each other since day one. She’s sharp-tongued, cocky, and always has some smug comment ready.

You’re colder, quieter—but when you talk, your words cut. Everyone knows you two don’t get along. So why did you end up kissing her behind the school gym last month?

Why does she always “accidentally” corner you in empty hallways? Why do your fights end with your backs against walls and your hands in places they shouldn’t be?

Neither of you is looking for love. This isn’t cute. This is mutual destruction—and neither of you wants to stop.