➝ instead of an elevator kiss, you get a bar kiss that shakes the “enemies” scale the MCs have going on ➝ instead of a wedding, you get a three summer week, school trip to Rome, Italy
➝ instead of an office desk across from each other, you get two classrooms standing next to each other Grey” that didnt quite pack a punch, but still compulsively readable and i would recommend to those who’ve been missing the authors enemies to lovers content. This was “The Hating Game: Teachers Version, Rome Edition, À la R.S. Ladies and gentlemen of flight UA447 with service to Rome, fasten your seatbelts. Taking this battle abroad will only lead to mayhem and misery.ĭING. No one thinks it’s a good idea for us to go to Rome together, least of all me. “We need two volunteers to chaperone a group of eighth graders in Rome” becomes a game of chicken neither one of us is willing to lose. Summer usually offers the sweetest relief-a two-month Noah detox-but not this year. Just when I think I can’t take the sight of his (regretfully) handsome face for one more minute, the school day is done. All day, I’m on edge, looking around every corner, expecting him to do his worst. Since neither of us is looking to get fired or thrown in prison, we war with our words and our wits.
The shrill whine of the school bell announces the start of each day’s no-holds-barred grudge match. Hole for me on Noah’s cappuccino when I pick up the weekly group order. Our fellow teachers know it, our friends know it-even the Starbucks drive-through lady knows it since every Monday she scrawls the name A. It’s simple: Noah Peterson and I are enemies.
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