Mistletoe Bully by Amy Brown

Why would just looking at someone start a war?
But that’s exactly what happened. Palmer Jackson looked at me on my first day of school, and from that moment on he’s wanted to destroy me.
I’ve lost everything and I don’t have the stomach for this game. But Palmer doesn’t care.
I can’t decide if he’s evil or misunderstood.
One minute I hate him, and the next I let him do things to me I’d never let any other boy do.
I must have a screw loose. Maybe Palmer is the normal one and I’m crazy.