My Annoying Co-worker (JimxDwight)

Dwight's Flashback ( Meeting Jim)

4 year's earlier, Part 2

Dwight's point of view

Michael told us that our little family was expanding which only met he hired someone new. God, I hope she or he doesn't sit next to me, or I'm gonna end up hating working here.

It's Monday and Michael introduces us to Jim Halpert the new salesman that is going to end up working with us.  And of course, Michael has him sit next to me. Fuck. I refuse to talk to him. I can care less about him. I'm doing my work when suddenly I get hit in the head with something. The fuck. A pencil. He hit me with a pencil!? I look at him, and glare.  He looks back and grins. What the fuck is he smiling about?

He says he sorry. I basically told him that if he ever throws another damn pencil at me, I will go over to his desk and break all his pencils. He then asked me if I threatening him. 

I saw him again in the break room, he tried to make conversation again. I refuse to make a conversation with him and left the break room. God, I hope he keeps his mouth shut for the rest of the day.

Tuesday. I usually get to work early. When I got to work, Jim was already there. Damn, what is he doing here early? I take my seat and refuse to acknowledge him.

" Hey Dwight", he grins.

" Jim".

" Good morning, did you sleep well?"

" What the hell are you doing?", I asked.

" What I can't say hi to my friend?"

" Your not my friend".

" I'm pretty sure you are Dwight".

" No your not. I would never let you be my friend".

I could hear Jim chuckling.

" Idiot", I huffed.

"Wow, Dwight you just hurt my feelings".

"Does it look like I give a shit? No, I don't. So stop talking to me".

What an idiot. How did I get stuck with him? I wish Michael never hired him in the first place.

20 minutes later everyone arrives. Jim finally did shut up. I pulled my drawer out to get some papers out that I needed and that's when I found a bloody glove in my desk drawer. What the--?

" Damn it, Jim, what the hell!?"

" What?"

" Why is there a bloody glove in my drawer?"

" I don't know. I didn't put it there."

" Stop lying. I know it was you.. idiot".

" How do you know it wasn't you?"

" What? Wha-?"

" I said how do you know it wasn't you?"

" It wasn't me".

" It could have. Maybe you just got so drunk last night and that now you can't remember murdering someone".

" I didn't murder anyone. I would have remembered".

" Are you sure about that because from the looks of it, you're a murder."

" I didn't commit murder".

" I think you did. I think you took a memory loss pill just so that you can forget about last night and play the innocent card.  Isn't that right?"

" What? No. I would never- Damn it, Jim! Stop messing with me!"

I looked at him and he was just laughing at me. I normally don't complain about people. But damn it, he crossed the line. I'm gonna report him for this.

" I think you are the real murder", I whispered. I got up from my desk and stormed off.

I walked over to Toby.

" I need to file a complaint", I said.

" About who?", Toby asked.

" Jim".

" What did he do?"

" Stop with damn questions and give the damn paper so I can report  him!", I yelled.

" uh... alright."

Toby gave me the piece of paper and from there I filed the complaint out and gave it back to Toby.

I head back to my desk and sit down.

" Don't say a damn word Halpert".

" I wasn't going to say anything", he says.

" Shut up", I sigh.

" Alright, Dwight".

5 o clock came and a gathered all my stuff up.

Jim looks over at me and asks" Wanna get a drink? There's a nice bar a couple of streets down."

" No, what makes you think I wanna hang out with you?"

" I don't know. I was just asking since you look lonely", he says smirking.

" I'm not lonely damn it", I say with anger in my voice.

" Okay, Dwight whatever you say. Have a nice night".

I look at him and give him a glare before exiting the room. God, I hate him. I get to my car and drive home. I can't wait for the weekend so I don't have to see his face for 2 whole days.