“Come on 你 fuckin…”
Sammy shook with the lock of her locker, the combination not going through again, making her struggle with it as she shook and even kicked her locker, the bottom of it dented from the constant abuse it endured. As she was ready to give it another hard kick of of pure frustration, she would feel someone’s hand rest onto her shoulder, giving it a soft rub
“Allow me” A male’s voice 说 as she was gently moved to the side. The guy that worked on the lock was a student, a senior like Sammy. Andrew was a student in Sammy’s homeroom class, as well as a theater...
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