Scammed

Only the Beginning

"What the hell!?" was the only thing you can say for this situation, so that's exactly what Gerard said.

"What the hell? WHAT the HELL?!" the owner of the scream said, voice going high pitched at the end of the word "hell". Gerard still couldn't see the guy due to the darkness so he launched himself to the light switch and turned it on. The light revealed the big room with two bags on the floor, one still packed and the other one empty, and the king-sized bed. Next to the bed was a cute guy staring at him with scared and confused eyes.

"Look, I'm not gonna press any charges, just tell me what are you doing in my apartment at this hour of the night," Gerard asked with the calmest voice he never knew he had. The guy was cute, might even start flirting after figuring out what a cute guy like this is doing in his apartment.

"What am I doing in your apartment? What are you doing in my apartment?" He said, backing away more, clearly scared of Gerard.

"No, no, no, no," Gerard started shaking his hands, kinda annoyed, "THIS is MY apartment. I pay for it to stay here." He said in a way you'd talk to someone from the moon.

"And so do I!" the guy snapped, "you better get the fuck out or I'm calling the cops."

"Look I tried to be nice but you don't seem to appreciate my kindness," Gerard said more harshly this time. "Or YOU get the fuck out or I will make you. It's been a long day, I'm exhausted and I'd appreciate it if you didn't bother my sleep."

The guy stared at him and seemed to be planning something, before throwing himself on the bed and grabbing his bag. Gerard immediately understood what he was doing and launched himself on the guy, pinning him under him on the bed. He took the bag and threw it to the other side of the room. The cute guy started thrashing around and hitting his bare chest in an attempt to get him off of him. However, this made Gerard pin his hands on the sides of his head. "LET ME GO! I'll scream and the neighbours will hear!"

"I'm not letting you call the cops on me for being in my apartment!" He hissed, his face close to the other. "I'm really tired and don't need their stupid questions."

Gerard could feel the guy breathing fast, his chest rising and falling under him rapidly. After a few seconds, he seemed to calm down and Gerard was even considering to let him go before he started screaming again.

"HELP!!! SOMEBODY HELP!! HE'S GONNA KILL ME!!" He screaming at top of his lungs. Gerard sighed and stuffed the first thing he found in his mouth to make him stop screaming. That happened to be a pair of socks. He wondered if it was clean because if not... well the bitch deserved for being so loud. He's just trying to have a normal civilized conversation while he turns on his alarms and starts screaming his lungs out, making Gerard seem the bad guy.

"I'm trying to have a normal conversation with you! The fuck is wrong with you!?" He snapped. "Now I'm gonna let you go and you gotta promise, one, you won't start screaming again, two, no calling the cops, I don't have the energy for their questions, and three..." He said, thinking for the last part for a second and continued. "Ok, there's no three. I can't think of anything else. Just those two things. You promise?"

The guy under him nodded and he let him go by getting off of him. "Ok start from the beginning. Why are you here?"

He got off of the bed, putting as much distance as he could between them, straightened his shit and started. "I moved in here today, around 5. I rented this apartment two months ago though. This is MY apartment. You might have mistaken the door or something."

Gerard sighed and pulled out his phone. He could feel the other's eyes glued on him but chose to ignore. "Look," he said showing him the paperers he signed and sent to the owner not a long time ago. "It's this address and I rented this apartment. I gave you my proof, it's your turn."