Even after her shower, Mandy wasn't thrilled with her decision to go. She dressed in casual, comfortable, nondescript robes, dried her hair and left it down, and pulled her boots on.
The more she thought about Terry, the angrier she got. Mandy wasn't a violent or easily angered person by nature, but this entire situation with Terry really had her riled up. The Tryouts had only been just over a month ago, and it still stung that he could make such derogatory remarks about her, to her. And after, Nathan telling her that Terry had called her a whore before.
How could she forgive him for that? Did it matter what he'd gone through during the war? Did any of that excuse him for treating someone who'd been a faithful friend to him for so long so horribly? She didn't think so. You didn't treat someone like that, then turn around and try to be friends again. Life didn't work that way, and Terry needed to understand that.
She was ready to go, but still had an hour left, so she picked up her sketchbook and tried to let out some of her frustration on blank sheets of paper.