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“You couldn't wait for me, huh?” Meghan asks as she grabs my purse and takes a seat.
I shake my head at her.
“I'm sorry, Meghan. I didn't have the best day today.” I tell her as I take a generous sip of my drink, resisting the urge to gulp it all down.
Meghan chuckles and motions for the bartender to make hers. Even though the music isn't as loud as usual, I still have to slightly yell to be heard over the loud conversations from the other patrons.
“How was your day?” I ask Meghan, who looks a little exhausted.
“As shitty as yours. What the hell did you say happened?”
“I screamed in a parent's face,” I reply promptly. I can’t keep it to myself any longer.
Meghan looks at me, befuddled.
“You did what?”
I gulp. The drink isn't doing a very good job of calming my nerves. So, I take another large sip and drop the glass with a thump, signaling for a refill.
“I went off on a parent,” I repeat.
Meghan shakes her head in disbelief.
“You have always been the nice, level-headed one, Paislee.”
I groan, resisting the urge to hit my head against the counter. Who knows how many hands have been on there. Drinks have been spilled, spittle has flown, and I am going to have a continent-sized germ on my forehead if I try that.
“He was asking for it. Questioning not only my competence, but also implying that I was diagnosing his daughter. He was rude and arrogant, and oh, so infuriating. No one has ever gotten on my nerves like he did,” I rant, my eyes darkening again in anger at the memory of Mr. Vaughn's words.
“It sounds like it was the kind of fight I would have loved to watch.”
“You would’ve grabbed some popcorn,” I tell Meghan as I shift my butt back on the rounded seat, wishing there was a backrest to lean on. “The other teachers looked like they had a fun time watching.”
I grab my second glass and take a healthy sip.
“So, what now?” Meghan asks as she mirrors my movement. “Are you going to tender your resignation letter? Or wait for them to fire you?”
My heart constricts in pain. I don't regret putting that arrogant man in his place, but I am afraid of the consequences of my actions. At least Meghan is helping me spell it out right now.
“I think I'll have to wait and see what happens.”
“You do that,” Meghan intones. “I don't think it could have been that bad.”
“You were not there.” I point out archly. I remember Mr. Beatles looking disappointed in me.
I close my eyes in frustration.
Why is Mr. Vaughn so arrogant? Why is he so difficult to deal with?
“It's not like you asked to duel with the damn man,” Meghan argues.
As my best friend, I know she is just trying to make me feel better, but now I'm feeling even worse than before. It's like her attempts to brush over the ugly remarks I made, only makes them more obvious, more garish.
“My actions and words were very inappropriate, Meghan.”
“Give me details then,” Meghan challenges as she gulps her drink and signals for another.
I quickly launch into details, trying not to leave anything out. When I am done, I find Meghan looking flummoxed.
