Out front I sat down on the steps, taking a few deep breaths.
Chill out, Vaughn. You’re making yourself look like an idiot!
Brit was watching me nervously, “Did you have something to drink or something?”
Ha! She thinks I’m reacting to some plant extracts or alcohol. How odd that I find that funny. Maybe I did accidently drink something…
“No, I was just mad,” I squeaked. How pathetic. You used the word ‘mad’ when that doesn’t even come close to describing it and your voice cracked. Fantastic Vaughn, just keep at it.
She was looking at me questioningly, “Sorry,” I muttered, “I just came really close to punching a few people back there.”
She laughed, apparently finding what I said extremely funny. I grimaced inwardly, understanding why.
Yeah, because if I punched Cooper he totally wouldn’t kick my butt. Get real, Vaughn. If you started something in there you wouldn’t come out alive.
I let myself laugh with her, “Ok, I wasn’t saying I would have done any damage…”