I hate everything about Trevor Hix. His name. His face. His skill on the football field. The way his gaze finds mine any time we’re in the same room.

I hate the way he teases me. Taunts me. Bullies me. Like he can’t keep his hands off me.

I hate the way I like it.

Forced to help him get his grades up, working so closely together, actually learning the truth about each other…it’s making that line between love and hate thinner every single day.

And I hate him for that, too.