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She jabbed her finger against Meghan's chest and Meghan slapped her hand away.
There were suddenly half a dozen girls around her, and none looked very friendly. Meghan swallowed anxiously, her head turning from side to side.
"I'm in a hurry," she 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," Meghan
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 Meghan's shirt and jerking her up onto her toes.