I've hated Zackary Woods since the day I met him. He walked into my parents' kitchen like he owned it-laughing with my brother Hayden, throwing that perfect smile around like it was currency. And everyone ate it up. Everyone except me. From day one, it was war. Zack gets under my skin like no one else can. He's arrogant, annoyingly attractive, and so full of himself it's a miracle he doesn't float off campus. We've competed over everything-from who could run faster at a family barbecue to who got the higher score on Econ 101's midterm. He's the all-star quarterback, the walking cliché of a college heartthrob, and I'm the girl who sees right through him. Or at least, I thought I did. Then came that stupid group project. Just one semester, I told myself. Just tolerate him long enough to get through it. But tension and hatred have a funny way of blurring lines when you're alone in a room with him after midnight and he's looking at you like you're not just Hayden's little sister anymore. One mistake. That's all it was supposed to be. But now we've got this... thing. A truce. A secret. Friends with benefits, we said. No feelings. No strings. Keep it clean and casual. But nothing about Zack Woods has ever been clean or casual-not with me. And the worst part? I don't know when I stopped hating him. I just know I don't want to stop.