When hate leads to love next door...My dad is protective. Scratch that. He's like the person who would grab a chair, place it on the lawn, and watch me walk across the street just to deliver an apple. So, when a bet between the rude, good-looking guy across the way becomes a full-on battle, it turns into absolute chaos.He says my degree is useless and that I'm a rich, spoiled princess.I say he's an idiot who only knows how to fix motorcycles and is incapable of having a clean-shaven face.He gives me a tiara. Thanks.I buy him a razor. Perfect.He follows that up with a book... Like. I. Can't. Read.I then give him soap - explanation easy there.The following day, I receive a pink princess blanket that I may or may not have burned and tossed on his front doorstep, not realizing his dad is a cop. Now, both dads want the war to stop between us, forcing us to go on a camping trip to bury the hatchet - which I'm convinced he actually brought.He's a hazard to my health.But it's only a weekend. I honestly don't know if we'll make it out alive, but the dads are tired of it all. Regardless, I'll come out, and prove I'm not the princess he thinks I am. Maybe he'll end up lost in the woods - one can only hope.One thing's for sure. I will never, ever fall for him.Ever.A bet with the boy next door? Challenge accepted. I'll be waiting for my trophy at the finish line.