Love to Hate You.

##Chapter 1: DaisyLogan brushes a stray lock of hair away from my face."I had fun tonight," he says.His husky voice sends a shiver of desire careening down my spine. I love that feeling. The one you get when you're out with someone new, and you're really clicking. And you think, Yeah, this could actually go somewhere.That's exactly what I'm feeling right now. That little voice inside my head is screaming, Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner."Me, too," I murmur before shoving the key into the lock of the apartment door. This is going to sound corny as hell, but time stands still as we gaze into each other's eyes. Have I mentioned that Logan has the dreamiest eyes? They're deep and soulful. I can practically feel myself getting lost in them.His eyes were the first thing I noticed.The second?That he's cute.Cute boys have always been a weakness of mine. He's handsome in a frat boy kind of way, with perfectly styled blond hair and an athletic build that's not overly muscul

##Chapter 3: CarterBrinmore University-or BU, as it's fondly referred to-is renowned across the country for three things.The first is football. BU gives the University of Alabama a run for its money in the sheer number of conference championships and players drafted to the NFL each year. If you don't play, then you damn well better be a fan, because you're inundated with football twenty-four seven. Even when we're not in season, everyone talks about next year's prospects, which high school players are getting recruited, who's turning pro, who ended up on the injury list, and who's coming back. The second is academics. BU is a top-notch university. One of the best in the country. If you're able to earn a degree from this school, you have a promising future ahead of you. It's a well-known fact that BU alumni take care of their own.And the third is the parties. BU consistently ranks as one of the top five party schools in the country with a huge Greek system. Trust me, the st

##Chapter 5: DaisyAunt Marnie knows that Carter and I don't get along. I've groused about him on several occasions. Multiplied by infinity.Noah and Carter met during football camp before freshman year and have been tight ever since. Even though Noah has skills when it comes to football, he's not good enough to turn pro. He loves it but doesn't live and breathe it the way some of the other guys on the team do. Noah has already taken the LSAT and is working on completing his applications for law school.Carter, on the other hand, lives and breathes football. It's his passion. His focus. He and I don't talk about his future, but I hear the gossip floating around campus. Most guys are more than happy to boast about their prospects if they're heading to the NFL. But Carter isn't one of them. He's guarded and private. He doesn't discuss his family or brag about his post-college plans. I may live with the guy, but I know next to nothing about him. Which is just fine by me.Tha

##Chapter 7: DaisyBoth of our heads swivel. I shade my eyes to see who has dared to break away from the pack. Everyone on the BU football team knows that I'm Noah's cousin and therefore off-limits. Most of the guys treat me like a little sister. Which is fine by me. The last thing I want to do is cause problems between Noah and his friends.I rack my brain but don't recognize this guy, which means he's probably a freshman or transfer student. Behind my glasses, my eyes are free to wander over his body. And he certainly has a nice one.He thrusts out his hand toward me. "I don't think we've been introduced yet. I'm Tanner."I smile and do the same. His fingers close around mine and squeeze. The handshake is firm but not bone crushing. It's the perfect amount of pressure. That makes me wonder what else he can do with his hands."I'm Daisy." I nod toward my trusty sidekick. "And this is Olivia."I press my lips together to mask my amusement when Olivia perks up and thrusts

##Chapter 9: DaisyKeeping an eye on Carter's bedroom door from my perch on the kitchen counter, I dig into a heaping bowl of Cap'n Crunch. It's not exactly the breakfast of champions, but I don't particularly care.I need sugar pronto.My blood still simmers over my run-in with Carter yesterday. First, he told me that I'm the last person he would check out. Then he had the audacity to tell me that my bikini was too small. Every time I think about it, I want to throw something at his head.After that conversation, I steered clear of him for the rest of the day, which wasn't easy considering we were trapped at the same party. More than a handful of times, I felt the heat of his gaze on me. It took every ounce of my self-control not to bare my teeth and snap them at him. Carter has the ability to make me feel like a rabid dog.I hate that he holds so much power over me.It shouldn't come as any surprise that the king of hookups brought home a girl at the end of the night. It wasn