Chapter Sixty-Seven

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I'm not paid enough for this shit, Meredith thought as more police showed up. The free room, board and meal plan wasn't enough. For every hour she worked, Meredith was paid one to two dollars, coming about to forty dollars every two weeks. All she wanted was a break.

Standing off to the side, she scribbled quickly on her notepad. Her new boss for the year showed up, utterly confused by what was going on. Meredith continued to take notes. "Drug Dealer admitted to it, so he's arrested and gone," Meredith said.

"Do you have nicknames for all of your residents?"

"All the ones that annoy me." So, yes.

"How are you so calm?" Wyatt, her boss, asked.

"I had to deal with Creepy Resident Dude last year and his constant weed problem, and how he creeped out the other residents. Also, he punched me in the face. I think I can handle a lot."

"And his girlfriend?"

"Taken to the hospital, but she isn't a student so nothing can be done."

"Meredith, can I ask you a question?"

"Is it too much to say you already did?"

Wyatt scoffed. "Why is it always your floor?"

"I don't know. Maybe I make people crazy." Meredith wrote down what police were doing in the room. "Were you having a nice evening with your fiancee?"

"Yes. What are they doing in his room?"

"Searching for anything. They think he was hopped up on drugs or booze, so... fun?" Meredith watched people come and go. "It's school property so they can search his things."

"I know the rules," Wyatt said. "Where's your co?"

"I don't know. Somewhere. I don't see him a lot."

"Lovely." Wyatt sighed. "Do you have this?"

"Yep."

"Are you sure?"

"I might need a drink after all of this is done."

Wyatt shot a concerned look over to his employee.

"I'm kidding, of course." Meredith wasn't kidding. "I can't legally drink alcohol."

Sighing, Wyatt wiped his blond hair back and said good night to her. He expected the incident report done quickly after this finished, but Meredith was never late on anything. Wyatt had other duties, which meant reporting to someone higher about this situation.

"Good night," Wyatt said.

"Have a nice night," Meredith rolled her eyes and went back to writing.

After another hour of this, she was free to go. Wyatt took care of what he could, which meant shutting down the area. Her residents roamed around, going in and out of the rooms like the opening to Scooby Doo. If they tried to be discreet, they failed. Everyone loved to watch a good train wreck. The police didn't like the residents watching, yelling at them to leave, but Meredith had to remind the police officers that it was quiet hours. They needed to keep their voices down.

It was past one in the morning by the time Meredith got back to her room, but she was far from done. Thankfully it was the weekend, so Meredith had all the time to sleep on that Sunday. Getting back to her room, she finally told Harry had she dealt with the situation. Checking the time, he still had a few more hours before he had to get up. Meredith had at least another hour of paperwork. Only two minutes into the paperwork, she hated herself.

Harry texted her an hour later, when his alarm clock went off in the morning of London, where Meredith just wanted to go to fucking bed already.

"Are you okay?" he breathed.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" Meredith didn't glance at him. She was almost done, and then no more. It was straight into bed for her. Her stomach hurt, making her almost physically sick as she stayed up so late. A headache made her eyes fuzz over. All from the lack of sleep, Meredith hated this as an RA most times. 

"Because of the situation," Harry explained.

"Drug Dealer wasn't going to hit me. Anyway, the police showed up quickly."

"You've been punched before, Mere."

"I like to think of it as training." Meredith typed quickly and didn't even check her work. She sent it in and took Harry, via her cell phone, to bed. "It wasn't going to get that far."

"You were busy for a while."

"I had to deal with the police." Meredith threw on the covers and turned off the lights. Harry was the only light. "I promise you I'm fine." She swallowed the vile in her throat. Her head continued to bang.

"Are you sure?"

"Just be happy I haven't hung up on you."

"I think you love me."

"Fuck off, Harry."

Harry knew to let her go to bed, but before that, there was something else. "Mere, I was wondering if you could do me a favor." This was either a good or bad thing. Perhaps it was innocent. Or the latter, where Meredith was told to stop it, which usually came when she messed with the paparazzi.

"Shoot."

"I want to read more poetry, but I'm not sure where to start. I can't do Shakespeare. I learned him my whole life, but I don't have the time or the energy--"

"Anyone who has put the time and energy into Shakespeare needs a life," Meredith muttered. "We get it. He's a genius. Get over it. There are more people to study."

"That was my thought, so I hoped you might have an idea or two about poetry books I could read. I want it to be something you like and understand."

Meredith only enjoyed so much poetry, so her numbers were lowered too. "When we meet in a month, I'll pass a poetry book over to you. I think you'll like it. It's a feminist book." She gave him a pointed look. "It talks about healing and relationships. The love poems are no Elizabeth Barrett Browning, but it's modern and direct."

"So easy?" he asked with a cocked smile.

"Easy is in the eye of the beholder, but it isn't written Shakespeare style if that's what you mean."

"What's the name of it? I'll buy it now."

"No," Meredith said. "I believe poetry is meant to shared. I'll bring my copy." Sighing, she checked the time. It climbed too close to three in the morning.

"Go to sleep, Mere. I love you."

Meredith didn't even respond because Harry knew. Ending the call, Meredith drifted off into darkness.

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