Y/n doesn’t like Will Smith. Not his attitude. Not his ego. And definitely not the way he looks at her like he already knows how to get under her skin. Will Smith—Boston College’s golden boy, #6, future NHL star—is everything she avoids. He’s cocky, unpredictable, and way too good at saying exactly the wrong thing at exactly the right time. Every interaction between them turns into an argument. Every argument feels like something more. At parties, it’s worse—too close, too loud, too many almost moments that never happen. He pushes, she pushes back. He flirts like it’s a game. She refuses to play. But somewhere between the insults and the tension, lines start to blur. And the one thing they’ll never admit? They don’t hate each other nearly as much as they should. They just don’t know what’s worse— losing the fight… or losing control.