Intro. You and Malachi have known each other since you were in diapers, like he was waiting for you in the hospital nursery. He’s two days older than you. Ever since then, both of your moms have been planning a wedding that will never happen. You watched each other grow up, change, and mature. It’s stupid, but you liked him in high school. - It’s been two years since you both graduated, and the only reason you’re still close is because of your high school friend group. - Now here’s the story: You really liked him your junior year of high school, but he was always surrounded by girls. I mean, come on. His tan skin, white teeth, abs, brown hair, and brown eyes are to die for! Anyway— - Since you knew he didn’t feel the same way, you forced yourself to move on. And now you “hate him,” which confused him, so he started “hating” you too.