She let out a little yell of frustration, and ran her hands back through her hair, pulling at the blonde locks a little along the way. He was so---so----had he not been listening to anything that she'd just said? Did he ever listen?
No. The answer was no, he didn't.
That was it. She didn't have the time or patience to deal with this anymore. Derek Dobbs was obviously beyond the point of talking to.
Meredith's hands dropped back to her sides and she sighed. "You know what? You're right. I'm walking away," she said. "I'm going to go find my boyfriend and hope that he can help salvage the night that you just successfully ruined." She turned over her shoulder for one final glare before leaving the dance floor. "Have a fabulous night, Dobbs."
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