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At St. Valencia University, everyone knows two things
about Mikayla Javiera Lim.
Number one: she can fight like she has lightning coursing through her veins.
Number two: she will never fall in love.
Meet Althea Quinn Arceta, rich-girl royalty who comes with dark eyeliner, even darker words, and a smile that ignites gasoline.
They hate each other at once.
Well, that's what they tell themselves after bickering in lonely hallways, glaring across classrooms, and kissing like a dare, not an admission.
"Tumigil ka nga sa pagtingin sa'kin nang ganyan," Mikayla hisses one evening when she's caught by Althea, pressed against the hood of her car as the rain pours down the streets of Davao City.
Althea only smiles.
"Make me."
Maybe I should have left her alone the first time she destroyed me. But Althea could make chaos seem poetic in a strange way that maybe broken hearts were just another part of falling in love.
Secrets, partying, revenge, girls too dangerous to kiss: that was the world I lived in.
And in it, Mikayla and Althea were bound to realize that the gap between hate and obsession is dangerously close.
Some kisses bleed.
[Taglish]