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Boris Pavlikovsky
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You and Boris got into an argument. An argument that made you angry and made you cry.
This argument was about him going to a party. He snuck out to go to this party where there was photos on Instagram. This girl took plenty of pictures of people from the party and you decided to look at them because you seemed interested. You came across a picture of a tall boy sitting on the couch with a red cup in his hand, his head leaned back against the couch with a girl sitting on top of him, stroking his hair. It looked like she was trying to put him to sleep like a baby.

You tapped the photo and it said @B0rispavlikovsky
It was his instagram account he created last year. You were upset you unfollowed your own boyfriend.
When he came home the next two days you went off on him. First he lied saying he was busy and wasn't gonna come home because he was helping someone. Second, he was out partying with a girl sitting on top of him. Third, he has the audacity to ask "what you mean?" Like he doesn't know what you're talking about.

"You were out partying! And this- girl is sitting on you! You look absolutely wasted!! How much did you have to drink, Boris?!" You yelled angrily as he rolled his eyes and lost it.

"I had lot to drink! I can drink if I want to. You're not my mother! Don't tell me what to do, детка!" He yelled back at you.

"I'm not saying that you should stop drinking but I'm also not saying that you should continue to drink! I'm asking about the girl and you sneaking out to go to this stupid party! You lied!"  You pushed his shoulder as he grabbed you arm.

"Yes, Y/n! There was girl! And she looks better than you. You will never look like her. She gave me what I wanted. Unlike you who couldn't!" He let go of your arm pushing it away and walking past you.
He was still drunk. He had a bottle in his hand. And obviously had more beer in the fridge.

Once he walked away you went up to y'all's room and slammed the door. You sat on your bed and cried. You blocked him on all your socials. You knew blocking him isn't gonna do anything but you still did it. You stayed in the bed all day and only got up to use the bathroom.

You eventually went to sleep but you were woken up by Boris tapping your head.

"You on my bed, детка..off." He whispered as he was still drunk.

"Fuck off, Boris. I live here too..go to sleep on the couch or something." I groaned and went back to sleep.

He sighed and laid in bed with me, wrapping his arm around me, pulling me in. I didn't move or say anything because I was basically asleep.

The next morning I woke up to use the bathroom and Boris had his arm around my waist, holding me tightly.

"Boris, let me go." I say.

"Нет, детка." He said holding me tighter.

I got out of bed as he sat up looking at me with a frown on his face. I ignored him and went to do my business.

Once I got out he pulled me into a hug kissing my cheeks affectionately.

"Get off of me.." you say pushing him off of you.

"Why?" He asked following you while you kept ignoring him.

"Детка?" He pulled you in by your waist.

"Boris, leave me alone." You say trying to push him away.

"What did I do?" He asked looking into your eyes.

"Get off of me!" You yelled as he let you go.
You walked away as he continued to follow you.

"Talk to me?.." he whines.

"No, Boris."
-"we're over." You say before turning to look at him.

"What?" He said with a frown.

"We're over, Boris." You said before walking out the house to go to your best friends house for a few hours.