Please don't remember why you hate me

Please don't remember why you hate me

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Whenever Ace Daniels sees her face, he remembers what happened on that dreadful night. But Hailey can't say the same, in fact, she doesn't remember what happened that night. ***** "Ace Daniels" Olivia said almost dreamily which brought a smile back to my face "he's cool" "Yeah" Hailey agreed with disinterest. Olivia heard how off her tone was and asked "did he do something to you" "I dunno... I don't like the guy" she said. All Ace wants to do is prevent it from happening again, to make up for it even happening in the first place. Maybe then he'd stop feeling so guilty and would finally be able to move on but what happens when he starts developing feelings for her and whenever she grants him one of those heart warming smiles, he can't just help but think. What if she remembers? [The first three to four chapters are quite shitty. But it gets better. I promise]
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When Amara's camera is ruined by Houston Lee, Beaumonte University's unpredictable hockey star, she expects an apology at most-but instead, she finds herself stuck babysitting his little sister, trapped in his world of energy, chaos, and confidence she can't quite figure out. AMARA I can't stand him. Every time he storms past, throws that careless grin my way, or knocks over another obstacle in his path, I want to shake him and tell him to grow up. And yet here I am, in his apartment, reading bedtime stories and building Lego towers with his little sister while he lounges on the couch like he's in a commercial. He's reckless, selfish, and infuriating-and somehow, I notice every detail, from the way he smirks when he's sure he's right to the stubborn line of his jaw when he's irritated. I'm supposed to hate him. I want to hate him. But being around him...is different than I thought. HOUSTON I shouldn't even be thinking about her. She's sharp, relentless, and entirely too observant for her own good. She corners me with her camera questions, rolls her eyes at my impulsive decisions, and somehow makes my apartment feel smaller, tighter, and more alive than it ever has before. I don't know if I'm annoyed by her-or if I'm secretly grateful she's here, keeping my sister entertained and making me notice things I've been ignoring about myself. She frustrates me more than anyone, and yet I can't shake the feeling that this isn't just a coincidence. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Even when cameras break and schedules collide, neither of them can ignore the strange pull growing between them-a connection neither expected but can't walk away from.

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