I Hate You, Fuller James by Kelly Anne Blount

My edition: Kindle Unlimited
Pages: 279
Stand alone
Genre: High school, Enemies-to-lovers, YA
Published: March 2, 2020
Rating: 3.5 stars

Synopsis:

I hate you, Fuller James.

I hate your floppy hair and your lopsided grin and those laughing blue eyes that always seem to be laughing at me.

I hate that you’re the most popular guy in school and I’m still the girl who sneezed and spit out her retainer on someone at a middle school dance. It’s just such a cliché.

I hate that I’m being forced to tutor you in English and keep it a secret from everyone. Because otherwise it might put our basketball team’s chances at winning State in jeopardy, and even though I hate you, I love basketball.

I hate that it seems like you’re keeping a secret from me…and that the more time we spend together, the less I feel like I’m on solid ground. Because I’m starting to realize there’s so much more to you than meets the eye. Underneath it all, you’re real.

But what I hate most is that I really don’t hate you at all.

Review:

The synopsis reminds me of a lot of Kat’s poem in 10 Things I Hate About You.

No one else made my blood boil like him. When he wasn’t throwing food in the lunchroom or making out with my ex—best friend right next to my locker, he was showboating on the basketball court and bragging about his stats. Fuller had such a big head, it was a miracle he could fit through the locker room door without getting stuck.

Fuller and Wren have been at odds ever since the seventh-grade dance. Now Fuller needs a tutor and Wren just happens to be the best for the job. Too bad she had to be conned into doing it. As Wren tutors Fuller she starts seeing another side of him that he has kept hidden.

The couple was cute. I am glad that Fuller apologized to Wren for everything he had a part in with her bullying. Am I totally satisfied? No. I guess I am growing out of the jerk phase. I don’t know if I like the enemies-to-lovers trope as much as I used to. Mostly due to the fact that I see too many red flags, and I want hopeless romantics.