TELL ME HOW YOU HATE ME

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29-08-2020

Darcy Lance hates Jake Renoylds. 

That is just a fact, one that has been engraved into the social fabric of Luster Grant High since the pairs explosive fight freshmen year.

If you asked Jake's posse, the fight was an overreaction to a harmless prank.

If you asked Darcy's teammates, the fight was just a long time coming.

But if you asked Darcy himself, well, he wouldn't know what to tell you other than he hasn't been able to look at the boy the same way since that day. Not since he felt the warmth of the other boys hips as he straddled him in order to slam his pretty head into the pavement.

Three years later and that hasn't changed, but Darcy hasn't made any move to act on his little secret. Everyone thinks he hates Jake, and that's good. It helps him focus on the bigger picture and not screw up his entire social life by caving into something that could only end badly.

That is until Veronica Roth's Anti-Valentines party. A night that finds Darcy's entire world upside down and his fragile facade completely torn at the seams.