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When approached by a classmate to play a matchmaking game, I'm all in. I play by the rules, and the rules are clear in this game.

What's not so clear is my conflicting feelings for Riot O'Sullivan. Pitch black hair. Intense green eyes. The face of a warrior. The body of a fighter. My high school crush. My high school bully. Star rugby player. A total jerk. I'm not surprised when he slips me a handwritten note worthy of the A-hole-of-the-year award.

Arie Kim, be my water girl, and I'll give you another taste of my delish lips.

His water girl? Delish lips? Seriously?

There's more than his insane ask that brings us in proximity after years of keeping our distance. Between being part of his Nerf War team and taking a position on his rugby team as the water girl, I'm left wondering whether it's our past that binds us, or if it's what's left unspoken.

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