Hockey player Aiden Peters used to torment Alyssa Davis all throughout middle school because he hated her, right? It's Alyssa's first year of college, a place she told herself she would have a fresh start. But what happens when she bumps into a hockey player that she swears she knows and hates... Aiden is the no shit taking team captain that everyone happens to love. The last thing he needs is to fall in love again especially with Alyssa Davis. She hates him, he is deeply in love with her, and both of them pretend they don't know each other when they are the one things they can't get out of their minds. Tw's// descriptions of ED, depression, anxiety and panic attacks

----‎‧₊˚✧ 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲 #1 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 ✧˚₊‧---- Layla Ibrahim has one goal: to excel in school and prove she's the best. The only problem? She just failed a subject, and the last person she wants help from is Louis Miller-the annoyingly charming golden boy who gets perfect grades without even trying. But when circumstances force him to tutor her against his will, their mutual hatred reaches a whole new level. Until they had to strike a deal-one that benefits them both. But as the tension between them shifts from heated arguments to something far more complicated, Layla and Louis realize that what started as a simple arrangement might be harder to navigate than they thought. Enemies. Rivals. Academic disaster waiting to happen. And yet, the more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to ignore the sparks flying between them. #2 on booklover #4 on bookclub #5 on booktok

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