The New Boy- Completed

Twelve

I'd been out the whole day. Literally from when I left at what 9am this morning, it was now 11pm. I'd been walking around slowly, sitting by the river for a spot of lunch and then I went onto the Musée d'Orsay which is one of my favourites. 

I was exhausted now. Beyond tired after last night. I felt like it had overwhelmed me a lot more than I wanted it to. I kept my earphones in and my head down as I walked back into the hotel. I knew they were all sat around. That he'd seen me. I walked straight up stairs. Practically running up them and locking my door behind me as I sunk down to the floor. 

This is why we don't do this whole meeting new people thing. My feelings get too intense too quickly and it stresses me out then I have a panic attack and they're so scary. Especially when you're not anticipating them. I kind of knew I'd have had one at some point today. Hence the earphones so handy rather than being in my bag like normal. 

I pulled my heels off, putting them by the wardrobe as I stood up. I took my coat and cardigan off. Standing in just my jeans and tee shirt. I just wanted to go to bed. I'd had enough of today as it was and I didn't sleep much last night. 

I wasn't loosing any more sleep over a guy. Not Evan of all people. He was nice don't get me wrong, but not lack of sleep worthy. Flipping the light switch, I walked into the bathroom, brushing my teeth and washing the day off my face before turning the bath taps on. Reading in the bath sounds awesome right now. I could do with some wine too. That means going down stairs though. I mean they do have a lift. I could just do that instead of walking all the stairs. 

I rolled my eyes and turned the taps off. I walked over to my shoes, slipping back into them and walking down to the elevator. Screwing my face up at the way my face looked as tired as I felt. Bags almost as big as the ones I'd be needing for the Maldives this summer. 

My shoes clicked on the floor like some business woman walking through her high end offices. Not some teenager about to sit in a bubble bath alone and cry whilst she reads a book.  I asked the bartender for the bottle and he nodded, walking off to get it. 

"Fay?" I turned, giving Evan a small smile. "You okay?" 

"Yeah." I nodded quickly, fiddling with the key card in my hand

"Had a good day?" 

"Mhm." He signed, leaning his elbows on the bar, facing out to the rest of the room but he was looking at me. 

"You don't look okay." 

"I'm fine Evan. Nothing to not be okay about." 

"What you doing now?" I took the bottle of wine and one glass out of the 2 the bartender had put down. I turned and walked away, not even answering his question. "Freya, wait." Waiting for elevators is the most irritating thing in the world. They always take forever when all you want is to get in and go up to your room and carry on as you were. "What have I done?" 

"Nothing." 

"Then why are you back to blocking me out. You were fine this morning before we left your ro- Oh." 

"I said I'm fine." The lift doors opened and out stepped the guy who threw my book to the floor. He wasn't doing that with my wine. I'd fucking stab him with one of the shards right now.

"Oh look it-" 

"Jack." Evan spoke, his voice a lot deeper. "Don't start." 

"What so you spend one night with her an-" 

"We didn't sleep together." He was making that very clear. 

"Why? She too frigid?" He looked at me and laughed. I rolled my eyes, pushing past him into the lift. "You know, I hear quiet girls are supposed to be the loudest in bed." I stared at Evan as I pressed the button up to my room. This is why. Another reason to add to my list on why last nights generosity was a bad idea. 

"Jack. Apologise." 

"I'm not apologising to an ignorant lower class bitch who can't-" The doors started closing and all I saw was Evan's fist colliding with Jacks face. 

I laid my head back against the glass. Closing my eyes as the lift started moving. It stopped and I lifted my head, looking at the number before moving. That had been really quick. Like way too quick for 5 floors. Sure enough it was only floor one. 

The doors opened and I furrowed my brow as Evan stepped in. I stared at him as he stepped in, locking his eyes on mine. 

"You shouldn't have hit him." I said quietly. "You should have left it." 

"He can't get away with speaking to you like that. No one will now I'm here." 

"You're going to get yourself kicked off the team." 

"I don't care. It's just a hobby." 

"You're opening yourself up for everything they give me." He shook his head as he moved a little closer and the lift doors started closing. "You're just going to end up getting hurt." 

"They're not going to hurt you anymore Fay. I won't let them." I swallowed hard. "You don't believe what he said do you? That you're an ignorant bitch?" I shook my head and he nodded. "Good." My heart was in my throat. 

He was no closer to me now than he had been at the ball. Or last night. And he'd been closer laid in my bed last night. But it felt hotter now. More intense. More demanding. Like a switch was flicked and suddenly I couldn't deny that I liked him like that. 

Oh no. 

I'm in too deep. 

I'm starting to take water onboard and I don't have anything to stop it. No bucket. No cup, just my hands. 

"Fay?" I nodded slowly, unsure. "I can't sleep in that room with him tonight. I might kill him." I looked down at the wine in my hand and the elevator pinged. "Can I stay with you? Same rules as last night?" I gave him a single nod. Walking through the open door and down to my room. 

Why do I feel like he's going to be in my bed for the rest of the trip?