"What're you doing?" Comes a males gruff voice. I groan, knowing it's Dr. Cox.
"What?" I mumble, not opening my eyes.
"Why're you laying on my couch?"
Is he kidding? His couch? I open my eyes, placing a deep scowl on my face, something I rarely do, and glance at him, sitting up a bit.
"I was trying to enjoy my break," I state.
"So was I. Unfortunately some little midget decided to invade my personal space. So scram." Thinking he's done with me, he relaxs back into the couch, letting his eyes fall closed.
Midget? You have to be 4'11 to be legally called a midget and I'm 5'3! I'll show him.
I tuck my feet under my bum and carefully grab the remote from next to his hand. I change the channel from some extremely boring soaps and settle on Cartoon Network. I grin slightly as I watch from the corner of my eye as he sits up frantically at the change of noise.
He slowly twists his body towards me, a sneer that would send children running on his lips. I gulp over the slight lump in my throat and pretend to be very intrested in the show.
"Did you just change my soaps?" He growls.
Although I'm almost shaking with fear, I can't help but to snort a bit at this.
"Does that amuse you," He glances at my name tag, "Dr. Pipsol?"
Still grinning a bit I take my eyes off of the television and nod a bit, "a little."
"Look mini doctor. I don't think you understand the rules of my break room. First," He raises a finger for emphasis, "There is no sitting on my couch," I open my mouth to interject, but he waves his already raised finger in my face, clucking his tongue behind his teeth annoyingly to hush me up, "Second, there is ab.so.lute.ly," he makes every syllable crystal clear, "no changing my channel."
He sits in silence for a moment, obviously waiting for his little speech to sink in. He looks disappointed when I don't run away crying.
Eyebrows raised in an unbelieving expression, he sticks out his hand, palm up.
"Hand over the remote, tiny." He demands.
Here he goes with the short jokes! I am not the short!
I smirk, even though anger is bubbling up inside me, and tuck the remote under the arm farthest from him. "You wish," I say in a very teenage voice.
The look of surprise that washes over his face might be the best thing I've ever seen. I try to permanently lock it into my memory before he goes back to scowling.
"Did you you just tell me no? Do you even know who you just told no?" He asks me menacingly.
I take a breath and slap on a cute, all knowing smile. "Dr. Perry Cox," I declare and before he can interupt, I keep talking, "And I have to say, you live up to your name. You are a dick."
While he sits there slightly stunned, my wristwatch beeps, meaning my break is over.
"It was nice talking to you Dr. Cox," I say as I head for the door.
"This isn't over Pippy," I hear him call after me as I enter the hall.