Broken Boy by Hannah Gray

They say the line that separates love from hate is thin. So thin in fact that the two almost coexist. Almost.
It’s also been said that when a dude is a jerk to a girl, it’s because, deep down, he wants her. I’m calling bullshit on all of it.
Tate Tracy is about to find out that I’m not the nice boy anymore. Nor am I a forgiving person. She might have been my best friend for eighteen years, but now, she’s no one. And if I have to remind her of that, I will. Even if we’re going to be stuck living in an apartment … together.
The trouble is, I’ve only ever had one weakness in life.
And it’s Tate Tracy.