Kïng of Campus
No gorgeous chest to lose my mind over.
In my best haughty tone, I yell back, “Are you talking to me?”
The smile grows, which has me gnashing my teeth together painfully because that was so not the response I was going for. “Ah, she speaks.”
This has my face coloring. “My name isn’t coffee girl,” I finally ground out.
Revealing bright white teeth, he leisurely pushes away from the brick wall he was leaning against. That’s when I notice him turn towards the thick crowd surrounding him.
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