“He called me a frigit bitch and broke up with me right there on the dance floor in front of the entire school,” she replied. “What a creep,” I spat out. “It’s okay,” Lizzie interjected. “Claire got her own back on him, didn’t you?” “Not intentionally,” she objected. “Oh, come off it.” Lizzie rolled her eyes. “You knew exactly what he would do when you went crying to him.” “Who?” I asked. “What did you do?” Lizzie smirked. “She went running to her shadow.” I arched a brow. “Who?” “Gibsie,” Lizzie filled in. “Oh my god.” My eyes lit up. “What did he do?” “What do you think he did?” Lizzie shot
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