Dear coffee boy,
Kimmie is officially not my friend.
Because Beckham asked me to the Spring Fling dance.
And even though I politely said "No,"
Kimmie hates me.
And she hates Beckham.
It's not my fault that he likes me.
But what bothered me the most was
that when Beckham (aka Evil Creep) pulled me by the
waist.
And I caught you watching.
The look on your face was so hurt,
You're ninety percent of the reason I declined.
And as much as I hate to say it, Kimmie was one percent of the reason why.
Can you talk to me least?
Alice
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Dear Coffee Boy
NouvellesA collection of letters from Alice to a Starbucks barista she falls in love with. #97|| 10/6/16 [DISCLAIMER]: I wrote this story in 2015 when I was fairly new to fictional/romance writing and completely new to Wattpad. This story is full of flaws...
