Legend:
MACRO- Bold
ZOEY- Italic
When the Starbucks delivery arrived, sure enough it was strawberry.
He turned the cup to the other side and saw a neat cursive handwriting. It read; To the perverted, french speaking Slytherin boy a.k.a, Macro. Enjoy your BLOODY drink, you whiny fucktard.
He chuckled. He was amused by her behavior, even though the message on the cup wasn't pleasing, it made him feel...happy. For a person he hasn't even met, he sure enjoyed her company.
That night, he went to sleep with two things stuck in his mind:
If the girl he's been talking constantly to looks as beautiful as her personality and handwriting
And
A very disturbing image of Zoey's bloody napkins.
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The Starbucks Hotline
Short Story❝Hello, this is the Starb-❞ ❝HEEELP ME!! PLEASE! THERE'S A MURDERER IN MY HOUSE!❞ ❝OH SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!! WHAT DO I DO?! THIS IS STARBUCKS, NOT FREAKING 911. WAIT, HOLD ON. TRY TO KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE, I'LL CALL 911!! STAY CALM. IT'S GOING TO BE O- ❞...
