Have you ever loathed a person so intensely the sight of them made you contemplate homicide?
First day of college, everyone is settling into their rooms, and in walks Jeff Woods—the blond bastard. He's arrogant and smart and an elite swimmer and worst of all everyone loves him. Only he's insufferable and flirty, and a sex god. He pushes every button I never knew I had, all with an air of indifference, like he doesn't know the affect it has on me.
Did I mention he's the hottest guy I've ever laid eyes on?
I'm just some closeted red-neck from the south who's more comfortable on a horse and in a pair of boots than trying to figure out this Ivy League stuff.
There's no way a guy like him would ever look at me twice.
Hate is the only equation.
The Animosity Equation is a standalone enemies to lovers, roommates, forced proximity, wild ride of teasing, lust, and so much more.