“But you don’t deserve to be stalked and harassed!” Angela shot back. “And those creepy drawings?” She shuddered. “What kind of asshole calls you a pedophile just because you won’t go out with him?”
“I don’t know,” I said sadly. I wrapped my arms around my knees and brought them to my chin, resting my chin on top. “I just wish this was a bad dream,” I said. “And that I’m going to wake up any time.”
Angela sighed. “Have you told Thomas?”
“I called him earlier.” I pointed towards the wad of bills on the table. “He gave me this, for now. He said if there was anything I needed to just ask. But I can’t do that – we barely know each other. We’ve only slept together once. I can’t suddenly start acting like I can depend on him.”
Angela licked her lips. “I want to help, too,” she said slowly. “But we can’t lose this apartment, June. I don’t make enough to cover your rent, too.”
“I know.” My heart sank. “I’ll just use this money and then pay Thomas back.”
“And they have to rehire you soon,” Angela said. “Look, this is probably some stupid school policy where they can’t have either of you around while they check things out. Anyone with a brain could see that this isn’t your fault!”
“Everyone at school hates me now,” I said flatly. “Those stupid drawings must have really done the trick.”
Angela rolled her eyes. “I thought teachers were supposed to be smart,” she said, climbing off the couch and stretching. She walked into the kitchen and two seconds later, I heard the pop of a wine cork.
“Bring me some,” I called loudly.
“Duh,” Angela replied.
When Angela came back into the living room, she was smiling. She handed me a glass of wine.
“To new beginnings,” Angela said.
We clinked and I took a long swallow, barely tasting the cheap wine as it drained into my stomach. Compared to the beautiful wines I’d drunk with Thomas, this tasted like gasoline. But still, I didn’t care – I appreciated the gesture from Angela, and cheap or not, I knew enough of it would make me tipsy enough not to care.
“I can’t believe I have to start looking for a new job,” I moaned, draining my glass. Angela refilled me without even asking. “It took eight months to get that teaching job! Eight months!”
“It’s the middle of the year now, maybe you can sub until the end of the semester or something,” Angela said. “There’s always temp work.”
I wrinkled my nose. “I hate temping,” I said. “But you’re right – maybe I should call about a sub job tomorrow.”
Angela nodded.
“I worked at Starbucks before P.S.151 hired me,” I complained, rolling my eyes. “And it was dreadful. Getting that teaching job felt like the best thing that had ever happened to me.”
Angela eyed me sympathetically and rubbed my back. “Not if you had to work with a creep like Andy,” she said. “No matter what happens, I’m sure things will work out for the best.” She raised her eyebrow. “Maybe Thomas could help get you a job,” she said. “I bet he knows a lot of business guys.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Doesn’t that seem…I don’t know, kind of unethical?”
“What’s fucking unethical is that your school practically fired you without even hearing your side of the story,” Angela snapped. “So, I wouldn’t worry too much about that right now.”
I sighed. “I guess you’re right,” I said. “I just hate the idea of asking.”
“Thomas would be happy to help,” Angela said. She raised an eyebrow at me and I blushed. “He’s obviously way into you.”
“That’s because I haven’t asked him for much,” I said. “It’s not like I’ve been very demanding.” I sniffled and wiped my nose on my hand, disgusted at myself. “If I’d started out asking him for everything, I’m sure he’d see me as a gold-digger.”
Angela shrugged. She stood up. “Want me to order some food?”
I grimaced. “I couldn’t really afford anything right now,” I said sadly.
“My treat,” Angela said quickly. She whipped out her phone and checked her bank balance. “As long as it’s cheap.”
I smiled thinly. “Thanks,” I said quietly. “But honestly, I’m not really hungry.” My stomach gurgled and twisted. “I think I’d just throw the food right back up.”
“And that wouldn’t be a good use of my money,” Angela joked. She smiled. “Come on, June, relax – it was a joke.”