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They say when you meet the person you’re supposed to be with, ti it all to meet to know that person, talk to that person, simply be beside that person And then there’s the kiss A fire spreading, earth-shattering, kiss that wipes all others from your memory I’ve felt that pull towards someone once, and it consumed me But it wasn’t for love, it was hate I absolutely, without a doubt, HATE Logan Harris

Chapter 1

Logan

I run a shaking hand through ainst hbor looked faive the girl ht and assu But that round face and those long dark locks hauntedher on the way to first period this , the scent of rosewater shampoo set fire to my neurons

My middle school best friend, Danika Winters, has returned ho thrilled,

I s a lu Vision’s blurring Suddenly, I’ inover my shoulder I shudder and blink back the first round of de me

Feelings I’ve fought for years bubble inherout what happened No one besides me, her dad, and the two other men in that room know the truth

I intend to keep it that way

Twisting an unlit cigarette between aze drifts to Danika as she enters the cafeteria Watching her amble to the food station with Sarah Archer, I don’t kno I missed it She looks exactly the same as she did in middle school, only older Saular dihs is still there

I watch, with a sick sense of deja vu, as Danika bypasses lunch entirely, instead opting for just a Coke Lunch was our thing back ina peanut butter and banana sandwich, and a soda I still remember the day she told me her mom was sick She cried the whole lunch period, never once touching her half

Being the nosy fuck that I am, I’ve noticed there’s only one car in the driveway next door Noing that Danika isherin California that kept the apparently didn’t work, and I doubt it was cheap

Tad Parker sits on the tabletop beside h to piss you off this early in the year?”

I don’t particularly like Tad but being on the sah school has forced us into a strange sort of friendship He thinks we’re friends, and I don’t I slip the cigarette I’ve been playing with between ht it up “No one”

Trays settle on the table behind s out with a specific group of entitled pricks and no one would dare to enter his circle without being invited