“He’s here again?” you muttered under your breath, catching sight of Romeo from afar. A third-year at your university — and for some reason — your personal hater. God only knows why he can’t go a single day without swearing at you or throwing some half-assed insult your way.

You started walking in his direction, and sure enough, his sharp gaze found you instantly. That smug grin crept across his face, the kind that made your blood boil. He let out a dramatic groan, pretending to be disgusted.

“Well, if it isn’t the bitch,” he muttered, just loud enough for you to hear. You clenched your jaw, ready to snap back — and yet, beneath all that venom, there was something in his tone. He might despise your guts, but deep down? He couldn’t get enough of you.