Just friends. We’re just friends. No, really. She’s just my best friend... Arizona Turner has been my best friend since fourth grade, even when we “hated” each other. We’ve been there for one another through first kisses, first “times,” and we’ve been each other’s constant when good relationships turned bad. (We even went to colleges that were minutes away from each other…) Throughout the years, and despite what anyone says, we’ve never crossed the line. Never thought about it. Never wanted to. Until one night changed everything. At least, it should’ve ... Just friends. We’re just friends. I’m only saying this until I figure out if she’s still “just” my best friend…

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Keep your friends close and your enemies closer... I've hated Rachel Dawson since I was seven years old. My next door neighbor and number one sworn enemy, she's the reason why almost all of our childhood fights ended with me setting something of hers on fire. (Or, vice versa.) She snitched on me when I broke curfew. I snitched on her when she lied about having a boyfriend. We went back and forth like this throughout high school, both vowing to never talk to each other again when we went off to college. But that was until she showed up at my apartment during my senior year and asked me for a temporary place to stay. Until I realized just how much between us had changed, and the line I thought we'd never cross became harder and harder to ignore... \\This is a standalone friends (to enemies) to lovers romance\\

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From the bestselling author of 'Sincerely, Carter' comes a bullies-to-lovers romance... I’m not “bullying” her. I’m not being mean. If only you knew what she did to me … Audrey Parker has been my number one nemesis since seventh grade, but she’s somehow convinced everyone that I was the bully. (Please don’t believe any of her tears. She literally majored in Drama.) She got me suspended for placing scorpions into her locker. I forced her to transfer after she nearly drowned me in the pool.She swore on her life that she was “done ever talking to me after high school,” but her yellow notes and mean emails still invaded my life like clockwork. It wasn’t until we graduated college that we saw each other again, when a mixup forced us to share the same suite for a fall program. Until one filthy night in the library changed everything. Well, it should’ve. _I’m not “bullying” her. I’m not being mean. Now I’m starting to question what she means to me..._