Mr. Hott Mess (Part 4, page 1 of 6)


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Part 4

I fumbled through my bag to retrieve my keys, with my smoothie and struddle in one hand and my purse in the other. I shouted for Meeca to give me a hand with the snacks, the water droplets from off the smoothie was making my hand slippery and the struddle was slipping onto the floor. When she didn't answer i shouted once more but this time with a little bit more base in my voice.

I still didn't hear her answer and as i turned around to look for her my eyes became dead locked with another pair of emerald green eyes staring back at me, thin pink lips moving upward spreading apart perfect cheeks bones only to give view to a manicured set of whites smiling back at me. This face can only belong to one person Kharlyle Master's himself a crush i've held to my heart fom since the first day i laid eyes on him.

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