I Hated You First

by Rachel John

He was my co-worker, my enemy, my brother’s best friend, and my dad’s lackey.

“Are we more than friends?” “I don’t know.”

How would I rate kissing Clay Olsen? Five stars. Two enthusiastic thumbs up. Fireworks. Everywhere.

He was afraid of rejection. Wow. My throat closed off and I didn’t trust myself to speak,

I was a horrible speller anyway. Autocorrect and I were tight.