hate at first sight

Rodrick Heffley didn't ask for this. He didn't ask for chaos, screaming neighbors, or a roommate who makes his life ten times more complicated. He definitely didn't ask for her.
Vivienne Mason walks into his world like a storm-loud, impossible, and infuriating-and somehow, the basement that was supposed to be his sanctuary turns into a war zone. Every glance, every word, every smirk sparks something neither of them wants to admit.
Endless arguments. Sarcasm sharp enough to leave bruises.
They clash. They fight. They annoy each other relentlessly. And yet... somehow, hate doesn't feel like enough.
Nothing is easy. Everything is loud. And somewhere between drumsticks, late-night practices, and accidental moments they'd never confess, something grows. Something dangerous. Something real.
Enemies? Absolutely. Roommates? Reluctantly. Friends? Maybe. Love? That's the problem.