Falling For Her

by Mia Ford

  Angela and I spent the rest of the day inside. Thomas sent over a huge amount of catered French food. When I saw that it was from Daniel, I smiled. I would have much preferred being with him at a gorgeous restaurant, but I still couldn’t make myself feel any better. I felt like a complete and total failure. My first adult job and I hadn’t even lasted two years.

  I was really pathetic.

  Just as Angela and I were packing up the leftovers, there was a knock at the front door.

  “I bet Thomas sent over more food,” Angela said dryly. She rubbed her belly and moaned. “June, I’m stuffed! I can barely move.”

  I laughed. “Maybe it’s flowers this time,” I said. I walked over and opened the door. When I realized no one was there, I frowned.

  That’s when I saw the small brown box just outside of the door.

  “He sent something,” I said, picking up the box and frowning. I turned it over in my hands but there was no return address or hint of who had mailed it.

  “What is that?” Angela narrowed her eyes. Just as I was about to rip the tape away from the cardboard, Angela bit her lip. “June, maybe you shouldn’t do that,” Angela said. “What if it’s not from Thomas?”

  “Who else could it be?” I gritted my teeth as I ripped the tape away. Immediately, a foul scent filled the room.

  “God, that reeks,” Angela said. “It smells like burning plastic and rubber.”

  A nervous stab of fear pierced my heart as I pulled open the cardboard. When I saw what was inside, I shrieked loudly and dropped the box to the floor.

  “Holy shit,” Angela said. She squatted down. “What the fuck is this?”

  I bit my lip. Two badly-burned dolls had fallen from the box and they lay in charred pieces on the floor. The acrid smell of smoke was strong enough to burn my nostrils and I felt tears come rushing back.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “But Thomas didn’t send it!”

  “June, you should call the police,” Angela said. “This is really getting out of hand. Don’t you think it’s time to take matters into your own hands?”

  I frowned. “I don’t know. They weren’t very helpful last time.”

  “Well, this is different,” Angela said angrily. “And I live here too. If you don’t call them, I will.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “You’re not in danger.”

  Angela looked at me sadly. “June, I want to believe that. But we need to worry about our safety. This is our home,” she stressed. “I can’t tell you how important it is that we both stay safe.”

  I nodded. “Okay. I mean, you’re right,” I said slowly. “I’ll call the police now.”

  Angela stayed right beside me as I dialed the non-emergency line and requested a dispatch. It seemed like forever before the cops showed up, knocking on our door so loudly that I was afraid it would cave in.

  “What seems to be the problem?” The bigger cop – Officer Carmody – crossed his arms over his chest and squinted at me.

  I explained the whole saga, from Andy’s first advances, to our coffee “date,” to the nasty drawings on the wall at school and the attack in the alley.

  “And these just showed up,” I said, pointing down at the baby dolls.

  Carmody picked one of them up in his hands and squinted.

  “Um, shouldn’t you be wearing gloves?” I asked quietly. “I haven’t touched them – just the box – if you’re worried about fingerprints.”

  Carmody set the messy, burned doll down on the table. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Angela cringe.

  “Look, Judy,--“

  “It’s June,” I corrected.

  “Judy, I hate to tell you this, but it seems like garden variety asshole behavior.”

  My jaw dropped. “You’re kidding,” I said softly. “This guy is stalking me! He’s threatening me, and harassing me! And I’m supposed to just take that in stride and let it go?”

  Carmody sighed. “Look, I don’t make the rules,” he said. “But unless we have hard evidence of any of those things, you’d have a really tough time making a case against this guy.”

  “You do have hard evidence,” I shrieked, pointing down to the ruined plastic. “It’s right there!”

  Carmody chuckled. “No, this ain’t nothin’,” he said. “We don’t know anything – how do you even know these were for you?”

  “Because my name was written on the box,” I said in exasperation. “Look, I know all of this stuff has to be connected! It’s not just some random guy trying to mess with me. He really wants to hurt me!”

  Carmody snickered. “Honey, I get that you have a very high opinion of yourself, but trust me – this is just some kid messing around.”

  Tears stung my eyes. Angela wrapped a protective arm around me and pulled me close.

  “My friend is really scared,” she said sternly to Carmody. “And you’re telling me you’re not even going to look into it?”

  Carmody was already tucking his notepad and pencil away. “There ain’t nothin’ to look into,” he said. “Call us back if you get an actual threat.”

  Angela stared at him in disgust and disbelief. “You’re kidding,” she said slowly. “This is disgusting! I thought you guys were supposed be on our side.”

  Carmody laughed. He pulled on his jacket and shook his head, nodding his head towards the front door. His silent partner walked out into the hall. Just as Carmody was about to follow, he turned back to Angela and me.

  “Look, girls, I know it’s scary. Big, big city and you’re all on you’se own. I get that. But you girls are adults now, and that means not calling the cops for every little thing that frightens you.”

  I could tell Angela was about to resist, but I knew that my tears would be falling soon and I didn’t want to cry in front of the cops.

  “Fine,” I said softly. “Thanks for coming out.”

  “You two have a real good day,” Carmody said. He tipped his hat, then walked out the door.

  Angela kicked it shut behind him. “New York’s best,” Angela said bitterly. “Don’t make me laugh. Those two were pathetic!”

  I bit my lip and shrugged. “Yeah,” I said softly. “I told you.”

  Angela pulled me into a close hug. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you,” she said. “I had no idea they would be so callous. They practically blamed you!”

  I nodded. “I know.” I wrinkled my nose. “Same way they treated me when Andy tried grabbing me in that alley. They acted like it was no big deal – like I deserved it, because I’d once asked him for coffee.”

  Angela heaved a large sigh. “What are you gonna do?”

  I bit my lip and sniffled. “I have no idea,” I said quietly. “When I think of something, I’ll let you know.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  June

  On Monday, Angela had to go back to work. I wish I could say that I was starting to feel better about my whole situation, but the truth was that I was feeling more depressed than ever before. Day after day passed by where I did nothing but sit on the couch and flip through old shows, and I was starting to wonder if I shouldn’t be spending my time by looking for a job. But every time I pulled up my laptop and started working on my resume, I just felt guilty and sad. I couldn’t believe that my lifelong goal of teaching had barely lasted for more than a year.

  Thursday morning, just as I was settling down on the couch with some leftover pizza and a bad romantic comedy, my phone buzzed on the end table. My hand was shaking as I picked it up.

  “Hello?”

  “Hello, may I please speak with June Rogers?”

  “This is she.”

  “June, this is Anne Marie, one of the sectaries at P.S.151. How are you?”

  “Um, I’m fine.” My cheeks flamed bright red and I bit my lip.

  “Good. I was hoping you could come in this afternoon for a small meeting – just myself, you, and Principal Morris.”

  Oh, shit, I thought. It’s finally happening. They’re going to hand me a pink slip
and then it’s all over.

  “Okay,” I said nervously.

  “June, could you be here in an hour?”

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  “Good. Thanks so much for your cooperation, I really appreciate it. See you soon.”

  I hung up and sprang off the couch, knocking my pizza onto the floor. I stared at it for a moment, debating whether or not to clean it up. They’re going to fire me, I thought. It doesn’t matter. I’ll still be home before Angela. I can just clean it up then. Or who knows – maybe I can just eat it, because I’ll be feeling so miserable that I won’t be able to stand myself.

  I shuddered and darted into my room. Tugging on a knit dress, I added tights, boots, and a swipe of coral lipstick. My hair was a greasy tangle but I picked it apart as best I could, using some of Angela’s dry shampoo and combing it into a chignon.

  Downstairs, I hailed a cab. It made me nervous to be spending that kind of money today – after all, now that I was about to be officially fired, I wouldn’t really have any play money for a while. Or any money, I realized bleakly.

  The cab halted to a stop in front of P.S.151 and I gave the driver the biggest tip I could without overspending. Then I ran up the stairs, for what I knew would be my last time walking through the front doors.

  The front office was quiet – it was the middle of the day, and I figured most of the kids were at lunch. Anne Marie stood up and smiled when she saw me.

  “June, right on time. If you wouldn’t mind coming with me,” she said, leading the way into Principal Morris’s office.

  I gulped. “Here goes nothing,” I muttered under my breath. “I just hope I don’t cry.”

  Principal Morris was seated behind his desk, looking more regal and walrus-like than ever before. This time, his attention was clearly focused on Anne Marie. When I walked in and sat down, he smiled.

  “June, I’m so glad you could make it out,” Principal Morris said. “This is something we’ve been meaning to discuss with you for a few days, but I wanted to be sure that everything was right on track.”

  I swallowed nervously. “Just get it over with,” I said.

  “What?”

  “I know you’re going to fire me,” I said miserably. “I know that’s what’s going to happen. Just, please – do it quickly. Please don’t humiliate me.”

  Anne Marie and Principal Morris exchanged an odd glance.

  “June, we’re not going to fire you.”

  “What?”

  Anne Marie laughed nervously. “No. We’re here to ask you back, and we’re going to pay you for your time off, too.”

  “What…why?”

  “June, you’re a very good teacher,” Principal Morris said gently. “Your class seems to love you. Ruth, your assistant, speaks very highly of you.”

  “But…but…what about Andy?”

  Annie Marie and Principal Morris glanced at each other again, this time less warmly.

  “Andrew Lipinski has been fired, immediately,” Anne Marie said. “We’ve decided to file charges against him.” She pursed her lips. “There’s just one problem.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “What? What’s going on?”

  Principal Morris cleared his throat. “We haven’t been able to locate Andrew,” he said. “Neither have the police.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I doubt they’re looking very hard.” I bit my lip, wondering if I should mention anything about the encounter in the alley, or the weird burned dolls. In the end, I decided it was for the best if I didn’t mention any “drama” that had taken place outside of school.

  “Well, as soon as we find him, he’ll be arrested.”

  I bit my lip. My head was a confusing swirl of emotions and I had no idea what I was supposed to say.

  “I…I can’t believe you’re not firing me,” I said quietly.

  “We had no intention of firing you at all,” Principal Morris replied. “June, I’m very sorry for the stress we’ve caused you. But I promise – this was just a procedural thing.”

  I nodded. “Well, thank you very much.”

  “So, will you come back?”

  My eyes filled with tears and I nodded happily. “Oh, yes,” I said quickly. “I can’t wait.”

  “Good,” Principal Morris replied. “Why not take tomorrow off and come in on Monday?”

  “Sounds good.” I sniffled, wiping my nose on my hand. “Thank you.”

  I left P.S.151 before I could start crying for real, but as soon as I was outside, the truth hit me and I shrieked, jumping up and down. I didn’t even care that I was in public – I didn’t care who saw me, as long as they knew how happy I was.

  “I didn’t get fired!” I shrieked, dancing around in a little circle. I’d practically skipped all the way to the subway station before I remembered Thomas and Angela. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I called Thomas immediately.

  “Thomas, I didn’t get fired. I didn’t lose my job! They asked me to come in and told me they wanted me to come back!”

  “June, congratulations,” Thomas said. He sounded far-away, distant.

  “Can we celebrate?” I was still jumping up and down for joy.

  “Sure. Are you free tomorrow night?”

  “Oh, yes,” I said happily.

  “Good.” Thomas gave me the name of a new Spanish restaurant, and told me to meet him at seven-thirty the next evening. By the time we hung up, I was positively beaming.

  When I got home, I texted Angela. She left work early and burst into the apartment with a cheap sheet cake and a bottle of Prosecco.

  “I know I shouldn’t be splurging, but I’m so happy for you!” Angela pulled me into a tight hug. “Girl, this is the best news ever!”

  “I know,” I gushed. “I can’t believe it. I just feel so good!”

  Angela grinned. “I knew you had things under control,” she said. She poured me a glass of the sparkling wine and we toasted to ‘new things.’

  “When I told Thomas, he didn’t seem too happy,” I said. I frowned and bit my lip.

  “Oh, June, you know him – he was probably just really busy at work,” Angela said. “Give it time – I’m sure he’ll be thrilled when he sees you tomorrow.” She raised an eyebrow. “Just don’t come back here. I’m going to be here all night.”

  I blushed hotly. “No way,” I said. I grinned. “But I can’t wait to sleep with him again.”

  Angela laughed. “Girl, you’re too much,” she said.

  We spent all of Thursday night celebrating. Friday, I slept in, hoping to get rid of my hangover before my date with Thomas. By now, I was barely nervous – we’d been out together so many times that I was expecting something really special.

  Aguilar didn’t disappoint. I was floored at the beautiful display inside the lobby – a fountain made entirely of glass mosaic. The water splashed and flowed over gorgeously vibrant tiles.

  “Senorita is enjoying our fountain, yes?”

  I blushed and turned around to see a young, handsome maître d.

  “Yes, it’s lovely,” I said. “I’m here a little early – I’m meeting Thomas March at seven-thirty.”

  The maître d nodded. “Mr. March has not yet joined us,” he said. “But would you like to be seated?”

  I nodded and nervously followed the maître d through the beautiful restaurant. The brightly colored tables were filled with all kinds of expensive looking couples, and I wondered what kind of delicious wine Thomas would order for us when he arrived.

  “I’ll send a complimentary glass of sangria over to you,” the maître d said. He bowed deeply and I blushed.

  Am I supposed to tip him or something, I wondered. But thankfully, he turned on his heel and walked away before I felt too awkward.

  Seconds later, a glass of red sangria was brought to the table. I sipped it and thanked the waiter before starting to glance through the menu. Thankfully, it was printed in both English and Spanish. But by the time I’d read the whole thing, cover to cover, there was still no sign of Th
omas.

  I frowned. It was quarter to eight. When I checked my phone, there was no text or call. He’s probably stuck in traffic, I thought. And I’m sure he doesn’t want to get into an accident by texting. Maybe his Porsche is repaired and he’s still waiting.

  Another ten minutes passed and there was still no sign of my date. Frustrated, I pulled out my phone and texted him: “Hey, everything okay?”