Sammy Baddie Novels & Stories

Now I know the all the singers and their songs And I know your songs too" I said with attitude "Babydoll keep your attitude with you okay. Don't show infront of me" he shut my mouth with same attitude. Huh this boy. "Huhh Sammy opss Sorry Samuel sir" i taunt him "Haha you can call me Sammy babydoll. Don't mind my Angry words" he said "Haha. Okay can you teach me how to play the guitar?" I asked him being Excitement "You want to learn?" He asked me with smile. "Yes" "Okay come here"

My heart nearly jumps out of my chest as I hear a deep, throaty voice, so I look up to face him. A six-foot-five muscular figure graces my eyes, and a small smile spread across my lips. My wait is finally over. He has tanned skin, and his shoulder-length hair is pulled back to reveal a gloomy face. Along with his tattoo sleeves, there is a big, ugly scar spread from his forehead to just below the eyebrow, completing his typical bad boy look. This is the face of Daniel Ortega, the biggest, baddest kid in Skyland High. Or at least misunderstood as one.

"You're strangling the life out of Sammie." He quickly let's go, face brightening again as he sets the plushy back down on my bed. "O-Oh, I'm s-sorry." Was it possible to think stammering was cute? I plop myself on the bed now, keeping my eyes on him which I'm sure is making him strongly uncomfortable but he was acting really weird "It's alright. They don't mind" "They?" I bend closer to his face, as if I'm telling him a secret as he leans forward "Sammie doesn't have a gender since their names go for both girls and boys but that's a secret between both of us, so you can't tell anyone. Okay?"

"Where did you get this?" "Sierra recorded it yesterday. Before she arrested Valentina this morning." Axel paused the recording. "Connor's not who he says he is, Tommy. He's a con artist. And we're all marks." "That can't be right. He's Duke's brother—" "Maybe. Maybe not." Axel showed him the financial records, the false identities, the evidence Sierra had compiled. "Whether he's blood or not doesn't matter. What matters is he's using us. Using the club. And when he's done, there won't be anything left."

I warned him and he chuckled. “Not like she is my taste or anything but don’t you see, she likes you. Maybe your problem of how you can appreciate her will be very easy. She likes you so anything you give her will be right.” Hmmm, his words got me thinking. Sammy is a straight gay guy but a very wise one. He seems to be able to read even the expressions of inanimate objects and I just wonder. How does he do it? “You're ok, pal?” I looked up to him and hissed, “Bad guy!” I threw at him but instead of saying something else he burst into laughs.