A sigh of relief leaves my body as I get to my room. I open the door swiftly sliding into the quiet space spotting the illumination of my phone as I enter. A gush of comfort runs through me when I see Parker's name plastered across the screen.

"Hey babe how's it going?" Parker asks and I sigh in response.

Terrible.

I want to say it but I don't.

"Noah you know you can come home and we can be together like how it's suppose to be."I hear the disappointment in his tone and from that I knew he picked up on my terrible night.

I hate that Parker thinks that it's so easy for me to just leave and depend on him forever.

"I can't do that Parks-" I start but his voice cuts me off.

"Why not? Give me a good reason Noah. Why are you torturing our relationship by going God knows where on a stupid ship when you know you don't have to." his voice is thorny than usual and he's almost shouting battering my head with his outburst.

"Stop acting stupid Parker you know why I've chosen to do this so stop acting weird." I shout at him still frustrated with the uncomfortable confrontation with Mr. Hudson.

I didn't mean to be so harsh but in my state I think it's a passable excuse.

" I told you multiple times that you can live with me Noah. Forget about proving pionts to your half assed family." his voice softens but his words hit me in my chest. Hard. He doesn't understand me at all. Even if I wanted to forget about my family I couldn't.

A moment of silence passes and I exhale loudly.

"I don't want to talk about it. I'll call or text tomorrow." I hang up the phone before he says anything else, annoyed by his selfishness. He wants me to give up and run to him, something that I do not intend to do. How can he not think about how those words would hurt me when I've expressed myself countless times.

After hanging up the phone I take off my uniform and take a long shower drowning myself in unwanted thoughts. My hand runs through my thick blonde mane as the water hits every strand. Stepping out of the shower I realise that I haven't eaten anything. Assuming that everyone is asleep I step out into the hall and to the kitchen in my fuzzy white robe. My hair is damp and leaving a bit of droplets behind. I get to the kitchen and make myself a coffee and eat the food that Amelio left me for dinner.

I try to stay as quiet as possible so I don't wake anyone. After eating I clean up and make my way back to my room. I pull on my night gown and head to bed waiting for sleep to take me.

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Waking up to the sound of my alarm, I groan feeling as if I had just closed my eyes a minute ago. I barely had time to recover from lastnight.

I do my usual routine and enter the kitchen where I see Amelio's tall figure working away.

"Morning." I greet him and he does the same.

I decide to get some fresh air by stepping out onto the balcony. The wind rips through my hair as I open the door and leave the main area, causing a few strands from my loose low ponytail to blow across my face. Mr. Hudson appears in my peripheral vision, and I immediately tighten my loose gait.

You know? Almost like what a high school student does when their teacher notices them acting out.

"Goodmorning Mr. Hudson." I greet and he nods stiffly. On my end the air shifts from glorious to uncomfortable, especially with the both of us merely five feet away. I leave the balcony. When Amelio finishes his job I take Mr. Hudson's first meal to him. I return to the balcony expecting to see Mr. Hudson seated there, but it is empty. I scoff at the prospect of going to his room. Again.

Heart beating, I stroll towards his room making sure to knock loudly.

"Enter." he calls and I do just that.

When I enter his room he's nowhere to be found.

I ignore his absence and place his breakfast on the table.

"Can your skirt get any shorter?" A sudden nag comes from behind me and I jump at his absurd question. I stand fully and turn around very unsure of what to do with my rigid body. I find him at the bathroom entrance dripping wet with water, his towel dangling low on his waist as his crisp white towel leaves the rest to imagination. My eyes follow the outline of his abs all the way to his taut chest.

I catch myself being reckless, realizing that I've been standing in silence gawking at a man who probably hates me. I dart my eyes around the room being careful to avoid his beddable body while the image in my head increases salivation in my shameful mouth.

"Excuse me?" I struggle to pull myself together after my episode of undressing him to his bones, and if the quaking in my voice didn't project it I reckon my damp forehead will. I clear my throat and attempt to look him dead in the eyes ready to stand my ground but backed down when I meet his haughty greys.

"I just couldn't help but notice how unbelievably short your uniform is. It's very disturbing and whorelike." his tone is blunt and sharp, hot and cold, but most of all insulting. He pulls the chair beside me and takes a seat at the table. My eyes go wide, and my jaw drops slightly, baffled by what I just heard.

Who does this man think he is?

"Next time can you please keep your thoughts about me to yourself?" I request tightly, trying to remain calm and respectful though my veins are ready to pop out of my skin.

"Oh darling don't flatter yourself I wasn't thinking about you I was thinking about the skirt." he chuckles to himself while placing a grape in his mouth. My gaze is fixed on the back of his head and I exhale loudly.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"No you can leave." he dismisses me using the gesture of his hand to shoo me away like some medieval servant. I speed walk out of his room wanting to be as far away from him as possible.

What a prude?

I return to my room to watch some television, but instead quickly take a power nap that is brought to an end by the pounding on my door.

"Get up miss Anderson." Mr. Steph's irritated voice commands from behind the wooden door and confusion gives me a whiplash.

What is Mr. Steph doing in the suite and why does he sound so annoyed?

I get up as swift as I can passing my hand over my now tangled hair so I don't seem an utter mess. I pull open my door to find a disappointing Mr. Steph and Mr. Hudson standing behind him with a mocking smirk on his face.

What is this bobble head of a man up to? I think, staring up at the men awaiting for someone to explain to me what is happening.

Above all things my one request to my guardian angel is to ensure that my hair isn't a complete mess, that I don't have druel on my face- I said one but I guess three- and finally that I don't lose my freaking job!

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