Mr.

8

When Jacob got ready for work that morning, he wore a pair of tight pants and an equally tight button up.

"Can you breathe?" His mom asked. "Just fine, thank you." He rolled his eyes and poured his coffee. "Who is it? The person that's got you floating around here and wearing these tight clothes."

"No one. I'm dressing up for me. Myself."

His mom choked on her coffee and laughed. "You're kidding me."

"Mom." Jacob groaned. "Okay, I'm out of your personal life. Bye. You're gonna be late for work."

"Crap. I'll see you late ma. I love you."

She waved her hand and sipped her coffee as Jacob rushed to the door to put on his shoes and leave.

...

"You're late." Chresanto said as soon as Jacob walked into the door of his office. "Are you going to punish me?"

Chresanto put down the pen he was writing with and looked at Jacob, "no but I'm giving you a write up."

Jacob stomped his foot, "Really?"

"Yes, because you need help realizing that our work relationship is separate from our private life relationship and our private life relationship is nothing more than friendship."

Jacob frowned and walked over to his little set up in the corner of the office, sitting down angrily.

"I need you to fax these papers for me." Jacob got up angrily snatching the papers from his had and stomping out of the room slamming the door behind himself.

Chresanto shook his head continuing to make notes on what he was working on.

...

Jacob sat across Chresanto eating his roll silently.

"We're not at work anymore. You don't have to be mad at me anymore." Chresanto said, missig Jacob's smart comebacks and frequent inappropriate comments and just his voice in general.

"I'm not talking to you at all." Jacob murmured.

"Why?"

"You wrote me up and led me on."

Chresanto chuckled and then wiped his mouth. "Led you on? How so?"

Jacob shrugged not wanting to answer.

"Jacob, I was drunk. Whatever I said, I didn't mean it and I'm sorry. I don't feel that way about you. What we have is nothing more than friendship, okay?"

Jacob gulped down the food in his mouth before nodding feeling even more rejected than he did earlier. "So we're cool?"

"Sure." Jacob faked a smile

...

Jacob threw himself on his bed and screamed into his pillow. His love life has always been so difficult. "Jacob are you okay?"

"Just fine. Works'a just stressing me out is all." He lied. "I'll make you some tea or something."

"Thanks mom."

He sighed once she left. Never would he put himself into a situation with drunk Chresanto or sober Chresanto. They're both liars and he hates them.