No Exit To (III.II)
III. The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Perceived (II) cont'd Fabian plopped down beside me scratching his head. “Nathan, look… I like you. I think you’re a neat guy and have enjoyed getting to know you more over the week.” He paused. I saw the gears turning inside his head as he searched for the right sentences. “But you’re turning us off from you with the way you’re acting. Hannah’s just a kid. Relax, have fun yourself, and pull that stick out of your ass.” He patted my leg. “Moving on to the next order of business, what’s going on between you and Lea?” Biting his lip, he gave me a sly sideways look. “She’s been all over you like a dog in heat these last two hours. Don’t you like Catherine?” I choked on my spit at his question. Fabian knew. He had known the entire time how I felt about Catherine. According to him, I couldn’t have been more obvious when I approached the table that night I met him. “Let me say this, I’m not interested in Catherine myself. Now, don’t get me wrong. She...