Dear Jake,
"Hey Kennedy," Harrison smiled, leaning in to kiss my cheek. Then I shoved him away, tears building up in my eyes. "What's wrong?" He asked. "Stop kissing my cheek. You have a girlfriend," I muttered. "Oh. Oh, Lord, you thought I liked you. In that way," he whispered. I sighed angrily, wiping my face. Then I turned, muttering "Go." Harrison tried to grab my hand, but I started running home. And here I am right now. Writing a note to you, explaining what happened. This is the second time we met to go drink coffee. Jake....why does he keep kissing my cheek? Why?
Love,
Your Confused Kennedy
YOU ARE READING
fifty unsent letters
Kısa HikayeWARNING: This book was written when I was 11 and 12 years old so ignore all the mistakes and cringe-ness LOL Kennedy is in love. And by in love, I mean "in love." With a guy she's never even met. Yet for some reason he's caught her eye, and she has...
