Late start. I stared at my ceiling while lying in bed, contemplating my hangover and the first day of school. I'd just pulled up my class schedule on my cell and found nothing exciting. I always had half my classes with Isabella. This year, I didn't want to know which ones ahead of time.

We always sat as far from each other as we could get.

Most thought mine and Isabella's relationship hatred bordering on love. The emotions we pulled from each other appeared that way. There ...