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Bet You Hate Me

MeghaP2000
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Synopsis
Mia Brown lives for art, her world vibrant hues and dramatic expressions. Kris Windsor thrives on precision, his universe a meticulously planned empire of business and ambition. They're campus legends, not for their brilliance, but for their legendary rivalry - a clash of creative chaos against strategic control, fuelled by years of mutual disdain. But when a ridiculous bet forces Mia to become Kris's personal assistant for a week, their carefully constructed animosity begins to crack. Suddenly, the queen of defiance is stuck organizing the king of control, navigating his impossible demands and his unnervingly charming smirk. As if that wasn't close enough for comfort, they're then cast as Hermia and Lysander in the university's production of A Midsummer Night's Dream. Now, their bitter rivalry is bleeding onto the stage, transforming Shakespeare's classic into a raw, electric performance no one can deny. With every heated argument, every unexpected moment of vulnerability, and every spark ignited under the spotlight, the line between hate and something far more dangerous blurs. As their week-long bet draws to a close, and their performance reaches its climax, Mia and Kris are forced to confront the most terrifying question of all: What happens when the greatest rivalry turns into the most undeniable love? Get ready for scorching chemistry, witty banter, and an enemies-to-lovers romance that proves sometimes, the best partnerships begin with a bet.
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Chapter 1 - The Art of Annoyance

The scent of turpentine usually calmed Mia Brown. Today, it just amplified her irritation. She stared at the canvas, a riot of chaotic brushstrokes meant to capture the frenetic energy of the city. Instead, it mirrored the persistent, annoying presence of Kris Windsor.

He was everywhere. The golden boy of the Business faculty, Kris, moved through campus like he owned the air, all sharp suits, sharper wit, and a perpetual smirk that suggested he knew the exact market value of every breath you took. Mia, an art major, lived in a world of vibrant chaos. Kris existed in a realm of calculated order. Naturally, their paths collided with the destructive force of a perfectly aimed meteor.

Today's collision point: the overcrowded student lounge, specifically the coffee machine. Mia, armed with her well-worn sketching pad and a desperate need for caffeine, navigated the throngs, only to find Kris already there, leaning against the counter, commanding attention without saying a word. He was mid-conversation with a group of admiring Business students, radiating an aura of effortless superiority.

"Seriously, Kris? Is there no corner of this campus safe from your... efficiency?" Mia muttered, loud enough for him to hear, as she reached for the milk.

Kris turned slowly, his dark eyes, usually cold and calculating, now alight with a familiar challenge. A smirk played on his lips. "Mia. Surprised to see you out of your art cave. Thought you only emerged for full moons and existential crises."

Mia scoffed. "And I thought you only left the stock market reports long enough to polish your expensive shoes. Don't you have a Fortune 500 company to buy out before noon?"

His jaw tightened, just slightly. "Clever, Mia. But some of us are here to actually make something of ourselves, not just splash paint on a canvas and call it 'expression'." He gestured dismissively towards her sketching pad.

"And some of us prefer creating something beautiful to just counting money," Mia shot back, her voice rising, drawing a few curious glances. "At least my work has soul, not just spreadsheets!"

"Souls don't pay bills, Mia," he retorted, his voice calm but sharp. "Profit does."

"And creativity fuels innovation, Kris! Something your rigid little world could use a lot more of!"

Just then, James, Mia's best friend, appeared, a wide grin on his face. He'd seen this show many times before, usually dragged into it by Mia. "Alright, alright, break it up, you two. You're going to spontaneously combust and ruin the lounge's aesthetic." He clapped Mia on the shoulder. "Seriously, Mia, the tension between you two could power the whole university for a week."

Mia rolled her eyes, but a faint blush crept up her neck. "He's just annoying, James. That's not 'tension', that's 'irritation'."

Kris, however, didn't deny it. He just held Mia's gaze, a challenging glint in his eyes that spoke volumes. The air between them, thick with their usual sparring, felt different today, charged with an undeniable current.

As Kris finally turned to leave with his entourage, his parting shot was low, meant only for Mia. "Enjoy your 'soulful' coffee, Mia. Don't spill any on your genius."

Mia watched him go, clutching her coffee mug, her heart pounding a furious rhythm. She hated him. Absolutely hated him. But even she had to admit, campus life was never boring when Kris Windsor was around.