Perfectly Chaotic

Karl and Ingga had known each other since they were kids, but they had never really known each other. He'd been the untouchable star, and she'd been the rebel who barely scraped by. They existed on different planets, orbiting in parallel but never crossing paths. Until now.

It started with a letter. A folded piece of paper shoved into her notebook when she wasn't looking. Ingga assumed it was a prank, maybe even a mistake. But when she unfolded it, her world shifted. It wasn't Karl confessing his love; it was Karl playing messenger for his best friend James-another golden boy who had somehow decided she was worth noticing. She hated it. She hated him. She hated the fact that Karl's perfect face was smirking at her as he explained his "mission."

From that moment, the fragile threads of their lives began to tangle. Their animosity became something sharper, hotter, and far more dangerous than either of them anticipated. She insulted James. He retaliated. She made it clear she'd never fall for someone like him. He let her know the feeling was mutual. But the more they tried to push each other away, the more their worlds collided-over family dinners, in late-night arguments, and during moments they'd never admit felt too intimate to forget.