Dedicated to S.L., one of my closest friends—practically my sister—who encouraged and helped me in not only my writing but everything else too.

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Prologue

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He was aggravating, annoying, and disgustingly arrogant. He was just about everything that I hated, and yet, he was oddly… attractive. No, I don't mean physically, although I had to admit that yes, he was drop dead gorgeous—but that was beside the point. He was stubborn and cruel and knew every possible way to get under my skin. I absolutely hated him. But he also had this confident air that always made me sit up a little straighter or pay attention to him no matter how much I didn't want to. It was something about him and I wanted to know what it was.

We had met four years ago during freshman year of high school. Yes, you could probably say that it was hate at first sight. I'm not sure why I hated him, maybe it was his over-confidence, something that I lacked. Maybe it was the way he held himself to seem powerful and above the rest of us, or maybe it was just the fact that he had the carefree life that I wanted but didn't have. He practically had everyone in the school worshipping him, kissing the very ground he walked on, and that was enough to get on my nerves.

Why he hated me? Now that was a different question altogether- I was never sure why. The first time we talked was already practically a full on war. Maybe we were just never meant to get along. All I know is that I hated his guts and he hated mine. If he had died right at my feet, I doubt I would've cared and vice versa.

Ever since the first time we met when we were nothing but mere fourteen year olds, we've had this mutual hate-hate relationship. We couldn't stay in the same room without having one or both of us storm out red faced and fuming. Most people got used to it, dismissing our bickering as if it were just a casual daily routine. Only, someone just had to make up rumors of how we're in love and hiding our feelings. Yeah, excuse me while I go puke.

So I claimed to hate him, he claimed to hate me. Everyone else thinks we're in love. Cliché? You have no idea.


Author's Note

Hey everyone! I know it's been a while (more than a year, yikes!), but I had a little time this weekend and I really felt like I wanted to keep posting here, so I decided to rewrite this story! To everyone who had been reading this before, thank you all so much for all the support! The overall plot will be the similar to the old version, but I read over the story before and I didn't like it very much.

Since it's been so long, my writing style has changed a lot, which is why I think it would be better for me to rewrite this rather than continue the story with a whole different style. Sorry that this chapter is so short; I whipped this out in a really short time but I really wanted to put something out there soon. The next few chapters will be longer, though I honestly don't know how long it'll take me to update because I'm so busy.

Make sure to review/PM me with any comments, and thanks for reading, guys!