He hated her. She hated him. It had always been that way. From the moment they met, every conversation ended in an argument, every prank sparked a war, and every glance was met with an eye roll. They had perfected the art of driving each other insane-and neither of them wanted it any other way. So why did he suddenly have to make everything so complicated? Because teasing had turned into lingering looks. Smirks had become stolen smiles. And somewhere between all the bickering and banter, one of them had fallen first. "You try to be cool You look like a fool to me. Tell me, why'd you have to go ahead and make things so complicated?"