Barely Breathing by K.G. Reuss

Asha Blake is Hell in pink designer heels, and I’m just the guy she dumped her lunch on.
I hate her. She’s been my tormentor for as long as I can remember. If it’s not her long legs and wicked smile getting me hot and bothered, it’s her bullying and cruel intentions.
When we’re paired on a class project, I swear it’s going to be my worst nightmare.
I’m not wrong.
The Asha Blake I thought I knew is nothing compared to the girl sitting on my bed, divulging secrets so painful and sick, that I find myself fighting for her instead of against her.
But when it comes to the Queen of Mean, once you’re in her inner circle there’s no way out.
I’m in too deep. Graveyard deep. And she’s about to bury me.