So Not Meant to Be

by Meghan Quinn

“Did you, uh, did you see my designs for the Anderson building?” “Yeah,” I answer. “Did you like them?” “Seemed like everything else you’ve turned in. Unless I’m mistaken and you used something other than bamboo storage.” I don’t bother to look at her, but from the corner of my eye, I can see her mouth turn down in a frown. “JP, if there’s something I did—” “You know, I have some emails to answer,” I say, pulling out my phone and tapping away on it. Instead of going to my inbox—because there’s no way in fuck I’m answering any emails right now—I scroll through Twitter, checking out what all the trolls have to say about the Vancouver Agitators and their recent playoff loss. Talk about a weak showing. Not sure they even decided to show up. “I know you’re ignoring me,” she says, clearly not getting the hint. Keeping my eyes on my phone, I say, “Kelsey, I have better things to do with my life than to ignore you. You’re not that important.”

jp dont piss me the fuck off you have the cognitive reasoning skills of a small rat