A Boston Pub

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POV: Isadora “Get off me!”, I snapped, wrenching my arm away. “You lying bitch.”, he said, clearly pissed. “I knew there was someone else.” “Who I see or don't see is none of your damn business anymore, Ryan!”, I held my ground. “Who is he?!”, he barked. “I have a right to know!” I actually laughed. “You’re a total joke. Ever since we broke up, all you’ve done is talk s**t about me to everyone and put on a little show with Raven right in the middle of class.”, I stood up. “You don’t have a right to anything! We are over, and trust me, not even my mother is going to make me get back with you ever again!", I turned on my heel and stormed out. Isadora: [Nice try] I shot the text to my mom before hopping in the car and peeling out of there. I was fuming. I hadn’t even wanted to go to

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