Not the girlfriend type? Yeah right

Not the girlfriend type? Yeah right

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Sammy has an issue with guys, she can't say no! From helping a friend out to being generally attracted to pleasing her grandma Sammy has a lot of guys piling up, when will it all crumble on top of her? EXCERPT I heard the familiar screech of George's mum busting the door open and preparing to start a yelling match with George but instead stopped dead in her and started letting out a string of 'ewws' and 'oh grosses', I snickered George was so creative. I jumped to the next windowsill and paused hoping that no one heard my jump. "What?!" George said in fake shock, "I'm a seventeen year old boy what do you think I do in my spare time without a girlfriend," his voice drenched in sarcasm. "I could have sworn.... Um.... Well..... I'll erm...... Leave you to it....." I snorted loudly and tried covering it up with a cough before realising I was still three stories high, people in the street were starting to stare. What Sammy does for guys goes a bit over the top. Find out more in this hilarious and charming wattpad novel, will she handle herself or will it all get to much? Who will she end up with? Read to find out!
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Time was standing annoyingly still and I think I may have forgotten how to properly breathe. "Panda you have to come sit down pacing is not going to-" pushing my hand out I stopped him from saying anything. I stopped him from confirming the knowledge that there is nothing I can do to make this better. I pulled at my hair ripping a couple of strands out in the process. I hated the white walls and fluorescent lights that adorned this place. The squeaky sound that could be heard whenever anyone walked and right now I was causing a lot of squeaking. The strong smell of disinfectant burning my nose but none of it matter right now not any of it. "Where is he?" I heard the voice and my blood immediately started to boil. "You did this" was the last thing I said before I flew and was on top of his mom hitting her wildly. So much for not liking confrontation.

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