The Wingwoman's Wingman

The Wingwoman's Wingman

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No, this isn't a story about a hero. Or a heroine. Or a hot girl. Or a hot guy. Actually, maybe a hot guy. It's just your very average story about a very average side character who somehow got entangled in some shit. --- Elle Do is a painfully average high school junior, who's nicknamed 'The Wingwoman' because she's brought together too many couples to count. But when she accidentally sets up Theo's crush with his best friend, they agree to play a game. The stakes? If he can make Elle fall in love with someone in three months, then she'll have to help him break the couple up. If he can't, then he'll have to give up his crush and player ways. Can the school's killer heart throb be the wingwoman's wingman? -- WARNING: A shit ton of cuss words. *****NOT FOR THE EASILY OFFENDED****** A cliche of cliches that ridicule cliches. It's a very lighthearted read. Main character is VERY awkward and cringey. There's a 99% chance that you won't go "awww" during this book. This is my first story on Wattpad, so please check it out if you can! :)
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"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

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