Gerard's POV

I waltzed into work today right on time and noticed that no one spoke to me, thank god. I went straight to Frank's office where I found a couple of things that needed tracing. Frank came through the door 20 minutes later.

"Late again today, huh?" I asked.

"Yeah, I stayed out with my boyfriend last night... uh, got laid, that sorta thing," he replied, smiling stupidly to himself.

"Um, I did not need to think about you getting laid," I replied, trying to trace an image.

"It's not like you've never been laid. The fire always wants you," he replied, making me roll my eyes.

"Well I do pity that boyfriend of yours. You know what they say, small people have small cocks," I informed him.

"Ooh, that's a low blow, even for you. Seriously though, you expect your cock to be bigger than mine? I'd bet I could prove you wrong," he suggested.

"Keep your snake in your pants. I don't want to see it. Can't you just sit at your desk and not do anything like usual while I work my butt off?" I asked him, being a little bit of a smart ass. But he deserved it. He was always an ass to me.

"Reading the newspaper does not equal me doing nothing," he pointed out. "Besides. I like to get my daily dose of The Skeleton and The Dark Ninja. I wonder if they've fucked yet," he said, making me raise my eyebrows at him.

"I'd bet that if you ever met them, they'd kick your ass because you're such an asswipe," I retorted.

"An asswipe, yes. But I'm a picky asswipe. I wouldn't wipe your ass. My boyfriend's, yes; Erica's... maybe; but yours, definitely not."

I ignored the idiot and went back to my work. He opened up the newspaper sitting on his desk and went straight to the gossip column where there was a picture of me giving The Skeleton a rose, just as I predicted. I noticed that Frank saw the picture and smirked. Was he gonna jerk off to that or something? Because that is fucking disgusting. Frank looked up and caught me staring at the picture.

"What's your problem? Jealous of them? Never given or received a rose before?" he asked.

"No, I was interested in seeing what they'd gotten up to," I defended. "What does it say about them?" I asked politely, hoping he'd tell me.

"Find a newspaper and read it for yourself," he replied angrily at me. Why did he always have PMS when he was talking to me?

Date: 2015-02-28; view: 638