-Nathan-
I was swimming in the pool when Megan emerged. I hadn’t seen her since I attempted to engage her in conversation yesterday, and now she looked positively furious. I wasn’t sure why. I hadn’t even done anything, and I wasn’t thrilled about the way she glared at me as she marched over. With both my arms resting on the pool’s edge, she stood before me.
“Yes?” I inquired.
“We’re going to my mother’s party,” she declared.
“I thought you said you didn’t want to go.”
Megan crossed her arms and averted her gaze, and it dawned on me what had transpired.
“Did she pressure you?” I inquired.
“She’s my mother!” she retorted, as if that justified it.
I hadn’t interacted with her mother much, but I wasn’t particularly fond of her.
“Fine,” I acquiesced.
“Just be prepared tomorrow,” she
