THE Obnoxious
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THE Obnoxious

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Starline YA&Teenfiction

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"My mom’s not home tonight, and I know you want it," Joseph smirked, leaning against the kitchen counter, blocking my path to the fridge. "We can go ‘til daybreak, Trish. Just say the word."
I stared at him, my fingernails digging into my palms. Did it even occur to him that I was only standing in this kitchen because I had just lost my mother? Did he even care that I had nowhere else to go and no one else to call family?
"Move," I whispered, my voice trembling with rage.
"Make me," he challenged.
Trish, 17, thought the hardest part of losing her mother was the grief. She was wrong. The hardest part is moving in with her mother’s best friend, Miss Britney, and realizing she has to live with Joseph Roland, Miss Britney’s arrogant, reckless, and infuriatingly attractive son—only to discover he is the number one badboy at her school.
From the breakfast table to the high school hallways, Joseph makes it his mission to get under Trish’s skin. He is everything she hates: a player who lives for chaos. But they are forced to share a roof, a kitchen, and a bedroom wall that feels far too thin.
When senior year begins, the tension explodes. Rumors that they are dating flood Mthland High, fueling a war of pranks and public embarrassment. But as the fighting heats up, so does an undeniable attraction neither of them wants to admit.
Just as they start to find common ground, tragedy strikes again. With Miss Britney’s life hanging in the balance, Trish and Joseph are left with nothing but each other. In the silence of an empty home, their rivalry begins to dissolve, giving way to a dangerous attraction. What started as a true enemies-to-lovers clash now threatens to either save them… or destroy them both.

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Chapter Five - A Careless Setup

Trish's POV

Washing the dishes next to Joseph felt like a bizarre, forced imitation of a newly posed couple. My heart hammered, not from affection, but from the unrestrainable, grating groan he let out every few seconds. Even my attempt at peace was met with a trash-talking accusation – he called me a wild s*x addict, just li……

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