I was his best friend’s younger sister…I hated him. He hated me.We were never more than two people who were forced to tolerate each other.
Every summer, we saw each other at the same summer camp, and avoided each other like the plague.
Until one summer changed everything…
We agreed to move on.
But neither of us wanted to.Now I’m finally in high school (it’s his senior year), and I’m trying my hardest to forget what happened, and trying hard like hell to remember why we can never be together.
He’s still Mr. Popular.
And I’m still his best friend’s younger sister…