Tyna Williams

He was my new neighbor and I hated him instantly. Some fall in love at first sight but for us, it was pure hatred at first sight. We should have stayed enemies forever but life was unpredictable. In the end, one kiss was it all it took to turn us into something more.
From then on, we could no longer tell what we were... Friends? Enemies? Friends with benefits? Enemies with benefits?
It was unclear but I could tell that something had changed because the player next door had become something more to me...
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Rylie Myers never thought it would be possible to hate someone with every fibre of your body but meeting Blake Weston changed that.
Blake was Rylie's new next door neighbor and Rylie couldn't help but dislike him from the moment she saw him and the series of disastrous encounters that followed didn't help.
Their enmity was mutual and should've stayed that way... but one accidental kiss was all it took for everything to change.
And before they realized it, they were stuck with each other, forced to keep up a charade that involved them being something more than enemies.
The only question now is what happens when fake feelings start getting a little too real?

The Player Next Door

As Blake drove me home, the tension in the car was so thick you could cut through it with a knife. After my outburst at him at Logan's house, we hadn't spoken since then excepting when he came to tell me that he'd pulled the car around. 


Normally, I hated silence but now I appreciated it. It gave me the chance to think even though I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty for yelling at Blake for something he wasn't even involved in. 


And now, after my little run-in with Logan, Asher was all I can think about. For the most part, I thought I'd gotten over him but now, I wasn't so sure anymore and I hated myself for it. 


How could I possibly not be over someone who cheated on me publicly and didn't even have the courtesy to break up with me first? 


It enraged and mystified me at the same time. 


From the corner of my eye, I stole a glance at Blake whose attention was solely on the road. I blamed myself even more for bursting out at him. 


24. Clearing The Air