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"I'm in a hurry," I said.

"Why?" one of them demanded.

"You in a hurry to meet with my boyfriend?!" Kelly demanded.

"He's not your boyfriend. He broke up with you," I protested.

"He's my fucking boyfriend until I say different, bitch!"

"You don't own him!"

"He's my boyfriend, bitch, an' you better lay off!" Kelly growled, grabbing the front of my shirt and jerking me up onto my toes.

"Let go of me!" I demanded, shoving at her.

I managed to brake free, and looked down to make sure my shirt hadn't been torn.

"I mean it, bitch," Kelly growled.

"If he was your boyfriend he wouldn't have asked me out! Now would he!" I sneered back.

"You wave your big tits around in his face any guy's gonna try and grab some," one of the other girls glared.

"I don't wave anything!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, fat fucking chance!" another girl said, shoving her from behind.

"Lay off!" I cried, shoving at another of the girls.

"Fucking whore! Think you can go around and steal girls' boyfriends just because of your fat tits!?"

"I don't!"

Another girl shoved me from behind and I stumbled into another who shoved me back again.

"Lay off!" I shouted again.

I slapped at one of the girls, and another grabbed my hair from behind and yanked it painfully, almost pulling me off my feet. I screamed and whipped my arm around, knocking the girl's hand loose.

I whirled around in fear. I could see that nobody was going to intervene, especially since several of the girls' boyfriends were standing nearby smirking. I tried to push my way through them but another hand reached out and grabbed my long hair, yanking back so hard I almost fell.