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No Exit To (III.II)

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  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...

No Exit To (III.I)

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  III. The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Perceived (Part I) Preface: This chapter in M. Word is over 20 pages long. So, I'm going to split the chapter into two separate posts. It'll be easier to digest and jump back into after a break. Again (because this is a different series), I do my own editing because I just can't afford to pay someone right now to do it for me. I apologize for any typos, missing words, incorrect words, or change in tense. I read over every chapter at least 3-4 times to catch any mistakes.  Friday, May 31 st , 2019 Mom peered around the corner from the kitchen. Those downcast eyes of hers pinning me in place. “Nathan?” Mom called with genuine sweetness even though our last four conversations consisted of arguments. “You’re not having dinner with us?” She said with heartbreak in her tone. Mom and Hannah had spent the entire afternoon preparing dinner for that evening. “We made your favorite: smothered pork chops.” She had hoped the meal would entice...