Page 33 of My Infatuation with Isabella

Scott:Dyl, it’s late. I’m beat *yawning emoji* Let’s just go to bed.

Dylan:Did she really get a tattoo of the king of hearts?

Scott:Yeah. It’s on her neck. I didn’t know it was for you.

Dylan:She’s saying that spot will always be mine. So sentimental. You know which spot I wish she could’ve designated as only mine? Take a wild guess Scott.

Scott:Fuck! This was such a bad idea. Please just switch it off and go to bed.

Dylan:You don’t wanna guess? Fine. I’ll tell you. The spot between her legs. I would’ve LOVED it if she had saved that spot for only me.

Dylan:Oh, NOW she wants to give up the ho life. Can someone tell her that she’s about six years too late?

Scott:Dyl, you’re not doing okay. Do you want me to come over?

Dylan:She’s saying she’s going to wait for Mr. Right and marry number twenty-one, so that kinda proves that Diego guy doesn’t mean anything to her, right?

Scott:I thought you didn’t care

Dylan:I don’t.

Scott:Oh. My. God! I’m drowning in second-hand embarrassment for them. They’re saying all this stuff and they don’t know everyone is listening. All these random people now know how many guys she’s been with.

Scott:I keep calling her but she’s not answering her phone.

Scott:Don’t you find it weird that Tommy keeps track of every guy she has sex with?

Dylan:That’s just how they are.

Dylan:Wait! What did she just say? Did I hear her right?

Scott:Oh shit!

Dylan:WHAT THE FUCK???!!!!!

Dylan:SHE LIED!!!

Dylan:DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS?

Scott:No

Dylan:WHY WOULD SHE LIE ABOUT THAT???

Scott:Dyl just calm down. Just breathe.

Dylan:YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE!

Dylan:WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU SEND THIS TO ME?!

Scott:I didn’t know this was gonna go on for so long. Or that she’d say all this stuff.

Dylan:They were just talking...

One minute later.

Dylan:Month of August? Is it weird that I forgot how funny she is?

Dylan:You know what’s also weird? She’s calling it an entanglement and entangled is a very appropriate word for how I feel right now.

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