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All Chapters of What We Thought Was Inevitable: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

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one.

I hated social events. From family reunions to school events and now to office gatherings that I could not escape from. If I had it my way, I would’ve skipped this whole thing and stayed in my apartment, beer in one hand and remote in the other, watching whatever the hell was on TV. It seemed like the best way to spend a Friday night for an introvert like me. But Brooke dragged me to this stupid event and didn’t leave me with any choice. I owed Brooke. She was the one who got me the job in this big-ass pharmaceutical company that she worked in. It took a lot of pressuring on her part to make me come to the interview and when I finally agreed, Brooke pulled in her connections. It was kind of humiliating to have my brothe

Last Updated : 2020-09-07

two.

He smiled, his teeth perfectly aligned and white. “Do you even work here?” The guy’s eyebrows rose for a moment and then he pursed his lips. He tipped the glass towards his lips, seemingly trying to think of an answer to my question. “I think you could put it that way.” Maybe he was new. Maybe our paths simply hadn’t crossed until now. Another waiter passed by us carrying a tray of appetizers. He took two and handed one to me. “You’re not meant to drink on an empty stomach.”

Last Updated : 2020-09-08

three.

“Are you just gonna scroll on the comments on your story all day?” Brooke asked me, setting down the cup of tea on the coffee table in my apartment. “Both of us don’t have any work today and yet you’re spending your free day glued on your phone.” I didn’t stop. “Meanwhile, you’re spending your day off in my apartment watching me scroll through my phone. I’m not sure which one of us is wasting their time here, Brooke, because it can’t be me. I’m actually enjoying what I’m doing. Brooke sighed. &ldqu

Last Updated : 2020-09-09

four.

“You’re really doing this?” Just because she was least likely to judge me didn’t mean she wasn’t likely to question me. I stared at the building as I parked my old beat-up minivan. It was a gorgeous building and newly built that I could still smell the fresh paint as I opened my door. There was this small space that was ready to be leased and I wanted to take it. Ideally, the plan was to buy a small space- a shop, or whatever- and renovate it into the bookstore slash café of my dreams.

Last Updated : 2020-09-10

five.

When I was young, I used to think that the world was this big place. At that time, I had a lot of friends in kindergarten and the notion of growing up and spreading out all over the world scared me. As I grew older, I had come to a sinking realization that the world was only as big as you made it to be. In reality, it was a dense and condensed space. In reality, there will always be the probability and possibility to bump into someone you didn’t want to. It’s a thought that always lurked in the back of my mind and the main reason behind my social anxiety. When triggered, I had to constantly remind myself that no matter how big that possibility was, the chances of it not happening was bigger.

Last Updated : 2020-09-11

seven.

I never wanted to bolt out of an establishment as much as I wanted to at the moment. I’d like to think that I was overwhelmed with inexplicable emotions that was why I agreed to meet with the people behind the email for dinner. It was the same overwhelming and inexplicable emotions that made me forget the things that I had to go through before I agree to anything. Because of my excitement, I forgot that I needed to condition my mind that the meeting wasn’t a force arrangement for me to socialize. But I already gave out my word and I hated having to send an email composed of a pathetic excuse of my absence. Besides, I was already in the location and was fifteen minutes early. The waiters have already seen me and if they happen to ask, I was certain that they would be told that I came and then bolted.

Last Updated : 2020-09-12

six.

Mason was letting me off and I couldn’t help but narrow my eyes in suspicion. I felt like he had something up his sleeve but I didn’t say anything. Instead, I put the car on reverse and backed out of the parking space. Noah was quiet for the first ten minutes and I knew she was letting me have my time with my thoughts. Until she couldn’t take it anymore. “You know I respect your privacy and shit, but how the hell do you know Mason James?” I gritted my teeth in annoyance. “I don’t.”

Last Updated : 2020-09-12

seven.

I never wanted to bolt out of an establishment as much as I wanted to at the moment. I’d like to think that I was overwhelmed with inexplicable emotions that was why I agreed to meet with the people behind the email for dinner. It was the same overwhelming and inexplicable emotions that made me forget the things that I had to go through before I agree to anything. Because of my excitement, I forgot that I needed to condition my mind that the meeting wasn’t a force arrangement for me to socialize. But I already gave out my word and I hated having to send an email composed of a pathetic excuse of my absence. Besides, I was already in the location and was fifteen minutes early. The waiters have already seen me and if they happen to ask, I was certain that they would be told that I came and then bolted.

Last Updated : 2020-09-15

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