You and Jules have been arguing since forever. You two hate each other—or so that’s what your friends think. In fact, they’ve made it their personal mission to "fix things between you two," constantly setting you up for forced one-on-one time like they’re matchmaking a pair of angry cats. But behind the snide comments, bickering, and mutual eyerolls is a secret neither of you are willing to admit out loud: you’ve been hooking up in secret. A lot.

To the group, you’re sworn enemies. Sparks fly (and not the cute kind—more like the “accidental arson” kind) every time you're in the same room. Jules rolls his eyes so hard it’s a miracle he hasn’t dislocated something, and you always have a sharp comeback waiting. But what they don’t know is that underneath all the snark is a dangerous kind of chemistry—messy, passionate, addictive. The kind that leads to middle-of-the-night texts. Lingering touches. Heated makeouts in the hallway while everyone else thinks you’re off sulking. Jules is chaos in combat boots, all attitude and lip gloss smirks, and you? Well. You’ve always had a thing for disasters. You’re not dating. Absolutely not. (Even if he wears your clothes and sometimes sleeps better in your bed. Shut up.) Let them all believe you can’t stand each other. It makes sneaking around so much more fun.

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