Never Letting Go

I did everything I could to make him hate me, and it worked. If only I could hate him back.

Kat
Malcolm Douglas is everything I can’t stand in a guy. He’s rich, a jock and so damn sexy girls literally throw themselves at his feet. But not me. I burned that bridge and danced in the ashes.

Then a tree crashed through my bedroom ceiling, and now, I’m stuck living with him. Figures.

He still hates me, but I don’t care. Sure, when he walks around without a shirt on, I have to check my chin for drool, and my stomach gets all flippy when he says my full name, but that’s just Malcolm induced indigestion. It doesn’t mean anything.

Maybe if I keep telling myself that, I’ll believe it.

Malcolm
The first time I met Kat Chase, I thought she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.

Then she opened her mouth, and that was the end of that.

So, when my brother begged me to let her stay in his old room while hers was being repaired, my first reaction was, “Hell no!” Then she cast her evil spell, or maybe just batted those blue eyes, and I agreed.

Fine. She can stay, but it won’t change a damn thing. I still don’t like her. Sure, she makes me laugh even when I’m furious, and sometimes I imagine what it would be like to kiss her… and other stuff. But that’s just Kat induced insanity. I’d never fall for someone like her.

Maybe if I keep telling myself that, I’ll believe it.