Almost My Lover

Almost My Lover

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Aubrey Hart was a normal teenager. 3 best friends, two girls, one guy... Little did she know that those 10 years of friendship with that one guy would change in a instant... Cole Mills was the bad boy of Aubrey's high school, always had been. But he was also her best friend and they were going 10 years strong. One night when Aubrey's jerk of a boyfriend broke her heart, she immediately went to Cole knowing that he would comfort her and make her forget for a while. That was until she realised what was actually happening... their 10 year friendship had changed ever since the 8th grade and even though Cole was the bad boy who had pretty much every girl in the school all over him...there was one girl he wanted and that was Aubrey. There was just one problem...they couldn't be together so they were stuck as 'Almost Lovers' This is the story of the guy who was Almost My Lover...
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