Don't talk to me ~A Reed900 fan fiction ~

^Chapter 4^

Still Gavin's POV

"What," I choked out, "the actual FUCK."

"Yeah, it's a shocker. You're gonna need my luck for this one," he smiled, "Too bad I won't give it to you," he let out a deep chuckle.

"You're seriously joking about this?" I stared into his soul but he just shrugged.

"Not my problem."

 "Let's go, dipshit," I said and stood up. I was ready to drag the tin can out of that damn office, but then Fowler opened his fucking mouth again.

"You can leave, RK900," Fowler gestured for him to leave, "Reed," he pointed at me, "You stay," and he thrust his finger downwards.

"You may refer to me as a label other than RK900 if you wish," the android suggested, "My assigned name is Richard."

"Alright, Richard. Go to your desk," he waved him off. I didn't bother looking back as I heard the door shut.

"What, Jeffery?" I asked, eager to leave.

"That's captain Fowler to you, asshole," he retorted. I grumbled. Oh, so he gets to call me an asshole and I can't? Son of a bitch. 

"What do you want?" I snapped.

"Don't fucking talk to me like that. And don't think that you can talk to Richard like that either," Come on. What does he have to do with anything? "You can't go around being all racist towards him and other androids in general. You shouldn't call him names either," he sighed, "I feel like I'm lecturing a fucking toddler, Reed. You've gotta stop. I really don't wanna have to lay you off. You need to be more respectful to all employees, even the androids," he stood up, looking down upon me. He was trying to make me feel small. And it was working, "They aren't just machines, Gavin. You have to realize that and learn to accept it," he was screaming now, and I saw people fully turned toward the office out of the corner of my eye. He breathed for a beat before deciding to sit back down and rest his chin upon his hand. He closed his eyes, seeming overwhelmed, "You're dismissed," he said, almost a whisper. I'd never seen him like that. It was scary. So I left. 

I walked down the rows of desks, not daring to look at anyone. Everyone was whispering among themselves, no doubt about what had just happened. I slowly sat back down in my chair. I buried my face into my hands and rested my elbows on the desk. I massaged my jay and eyes, needing silence. But people were whispering. Guessing. Pointing. Judging. 

"Are you alright, detective? Your stress levels are up to 91-."

"Stop analyzing me and pretending you care! It's just your fucking program trying to make me feel better. Well, guess what? It doesn't work," my voice started loud, but then died down to a whisper and cracked on 'work'. I couldn't stand all of the eyes on me, so I pushed myself up and off my desk. And I ran. I ran to the back and ran out of the parking lot exit. I ran into the lot and slumped down in the darkest corner. I heard someone coming towards me, the footsteps light. I prayed to God that it wasn't Richard. Not him. Not him. Not him. Not him. Not him. Not him. Not him. Not him. Not him. Not him. Not him. Not him. Not him. Not him. Not him. Not him.

"Gavin?" a voice spoke out to me. I recognized it immediately. But, I refrained from answering it, "Gavin, I know you're here."

"No, I'm not," shit. I'm a dumbass.

"Gavin, come out, please?" it said. 

"Okay. I'm gay," I joked. AN: You sure that wasn't a joke? ;)

"Not like that, you dick," it laughed. I stood up and walked back into the light, face to face with Tina Chen, "There you are. Are you okay?" 

I shook my head no, and she smiled sadly at me, "You want a hug?" she said teasingly. But I took it seriously and nodded. She immediately wrapped her arms around me. Her grip was tight and her hair smelled like apples. She was short, but damn was she fucking stong. It felt amazing to be in someone's arms again. But then I remembered, I couldn't let my guard down in front of anyone, not even my childhood friend. 

"Don't fucking tell anyone," I warned her. She just smiled.

"Okay, fine," she had a joking tone, but I knew she meant it.

"Thanks. I needed that."

"The fuck's wrong with your emotions?" she asked me.

"No fucking clue. I feel like a baby."

"Don't. We all have breakdowns," she smirked and punched my arm, "Even assholes like us."

"Yeah," I mumbled, "I should probably get back inside. Not that I fucking want to. Those people keep whispering things. I fucking hate it," I pushed the bases of my palms into my eyes, slight pain shooting from both sockets. 

"I know. Don't let them get to you."

"How do I fucking do that?" I grinned.

"Punch 'em in the face." 

"Thanks," I shoved her lightly on the shoulder and walked back to the door. Heads were turned to me and I just ignored them. 

"Hey, Reed. Where'd you go?" an officer teased me, holding out the e's in my name

"Fuck off," I said, my normal stern voice drifting through the office. Already, a few heads had turned back to their work. 

Another person was staring at me and I snapped, "What the hell're you looking at?" she looked back to her desk and I passed. 

"Detec-," the android started.

"Don't talk to me."

AN

Whoppp. This is kinda late, sorry. I've been really sick. And depressed. Both combined give me writer's block. Heh, anyway. That was chapter four. I'll get chapter five out in the next few days. Hopefully, my self-discipline doesn't dwindle out into nothingness again. Thanks for reading, I guess. Sorry, I'm an awkward potato. See ya!