AN: In celebration of Gotham's return, I'm uploading a MASSIVE DUMP of chapters! I'll tell you all something similar to what I tell all of my Uni teachers: I've been working on this all summer! (when really I've written all of this in a week, hahaha!)
Anyways, I hope you all enjoy the latest installments!
The dishwasher didn't show up the next day, and the next week, Oswald took his place. You'd like to say he fell into place there, but it was quite the opposite. None of the guys like him, all of the girls are creeped out by him. So he gravitates to you, since you're the only one who can seem to tolerate him.
He goes by a different name here, Pablo, to hide his identity as Oswald. He's still dead to the world. He should be dead to you, but you're actually a little relieved that he's still alive. He teases you a lot. You hated it at first, but now you're used to it. You even welcome his jabbing, a mood lifter after several hours of rich assholes complaining about their meals. Eventually, your back-and-forth was noticed.
"What's up with you and the weird guy?" a coworker asked after his joking had left you in a particularly good mood.
"Oh, uh, nothing?" You weren't actually aware of how your relationship looked to others. Maybe it did look odd. "He just makes this place a little less dull, I guess. He's entertaining."
"Yeah, he's a freak," she spit.
Suddenly, you felt angry. "And just what's wrong with that?"
"He's not normal!"
"Neither am I!" You whip around and storm off, rounding the corner in the storage room. You leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor, feeling light headed. What the hell did you just do?
Oh, god, I just made a complete fool of myself…I'm going to be as much of an outcast as Oswald…
"Why all the shouting?" Oswald asked, peeking through the door.
You're still angry, and it's his fault, so you take it out on him. "Don't you have work to do?"
"Don't you?"
"Leave me alone!"
He chuckled, his lips spreading into his signature smirk. "Someone's feisty today."
"Shut up!" you shouted, jumping up. "Don't talk to me! Everyone thinks there's something going on between us!"
"Oh, isn't there?" he said, still grinning. "I really thought we had something special. I'm saddened." You scowl at him in response. "Oh, but don't worry. I don't think I'm going to be a dishwasher very much longer."
"Good."