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Y/N and Rafe Cameron have hated each other for years. She’s a Pogue. He’s a Cameron. They fight, they provoke each other, and they’d rather die than admit there’s always been something underneath the hatred. But when the line between wanting to punch someone and wanting to kiss them starts getting dangerously blurry, pretending becomes harder. Because maybe Rafe Cameron isn’t the person Y/N hates most. Maybe he’s the person she was never supposed to fall for.