My Co-Worker Hates Me

Chapter XI

Happy update day! haha

i have good news! we're two chapters away from ending, plus the epilogue! im so proud for getting this far. many years ago i used to write fanfics about tokio hotel in wattpad and from like 4 or 5 fanfics i started, only one was i able to finish ehehe because i like a lot writing the build up of romance but once we're past that i find it hard to write the break up of it all so i didnt write it back then and would make up all kinds of excuses ahaha. but this one, i really wanted to get to the break up because that's what i thought of first when i imagined the story.

so, soon we're getting an ending. im thinking of writing something else after this but the idea needs to be build up still, and i have to write several chapters in advance bc i hate long pauses lol.

anyways, enjoy!

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PORSCHE'S POV.

My head hurts and my mind is a total mess. I've been so fucking depressed that my mom and Chay were starting to get super worried, and wanted me to go to the hospital. I haven't moved from my room since I came back from jogging that Friday, and I even feel like I caught a cold.

I could hear mom and Chay ask if I needed something but I had zero strength to even answer on Friday. I felt so down that even getting up to take a shower or to use the toilet connoted a big sacrifice for me. I haven't made my bed in days, so the sheets are all crumbled up next to the wall. I was wearing the same short I changed into when I came back on Friday; and my room was a bigger mess than my head.

I feel beyond humiliated, immensely sad and can't shake the feeling of worthlessness that's covering me since Friday. I really believed Kinn liked me as much as I like him. It makes me feel so crappy because the delusion was purely in my head; I can't really be mad at him, right? He didn't lead me the wrong way, if I think about it. It was all just me; I wanted to live my office romance, I wanted to be delusional.

So after thinking everything over and over during the weekend, I decided to quit. And it makes me incredibly sad because I really do like working at Bubbles, Co. It's probably the first job I've had where I'm actually happy, not just because of him. I enjoy my responsibilities and I feel so good working there; I feel all my ideas are heard and appreciated. I have been exploited at some of my previous job places, so Bubbles, Co. was definitely a nice change. And of course, I like the people within the company; my best friend works there, I like Boss, Mr. Chan is very open and likes people who are creative, which is way more than I can say about most places I've been at. And of course, here's where I met Kinn, I actually get along great with him now, even though he was a dick when we first met.

On Monday morning, I wake up early and send my two week notice to Mr. Chan and give him a call at 8 in the morning. I ask permission to work from home for the missing 15 days, since I'm not feeling mentally great; he, of course agrees and also tries to do retention to make me stay, he says he doesn't want to lose a model employee in Bubbles, which makes my decision more painful, but I do not change my mind.

"Can I also go after hours to the office, I need to gather Kinn's reports to I can join them with mine." I ask while sitting on my bed.

"Of course, son. I'll let the security guys now you'll be going."

"Thank you." I say, sincerely. "I'll try to show up on Thursday if I'm feeling better, but if not, thank you for letting me work from home. I know I'm being a big inconvenience." I apologize.

"You're not. I wish there was something I could do to make you stay, though." He repeats, he's said it like four times now. "If you change your mind, you let me know, ok?"