Train Me Daddy

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.