chapter five

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"Stop." I laugh almost out of breath when Derrick continues tickling me "no" he says while torturing me,

So about the party  ,it was fun for the guest but not for the waiters because we weren't allowed to dance or drink, the party ended by mid night but the workers slept about an hour later because we we're cleaning up the  event hall well that is except for me and Derrick  ,I'm on the kitchen floor while he's on top of me tickling me 'cause he claims the Gummy bears in the fridge were his ,we hardly get snacks here so imagine my excitement when i saw  a pack of gummy bears in the fridge.

"You're so fat, get off!" I yell trying to breathe, "A fat person doesn't have abs like mine?" he smirks , if your wondering who the hell Derrick is , he is the guy that i spoke to first ,you know ,the one who's bed is right next to mine.

"Good to see you two are having fun.",Derrick and i jump apart from each other and stand up to see Axel, "I've been pressing that bloody button ." he says referring to the button to call on my attention, "but i see your busy" he says turning to gaze at Derrick before turning to me "come to my room with a new pair if sheets and a broom." He says and leaves the kitchen ,Derrick laughs "Do you think he thought we were..." He trails off ,i laugh "oh please, look what you caused you hippo." I hear him laugh while leaving the kitchen.
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I knock on the door and it flings open immediately , Axel steps aside to let me in with the stuff he asked for , my mouth falls open as i take in the wreck in his room "what the.." I say in a hushed tone, the bed is stained with what i think is whine while broken glass is shattered all over the floor ,"well are you just gonna stand there?" He asks with his face pale and expressionless ,"sure make a mess, you'll have someone always there to clean it up ." i roll my eyes about to start picking up the big pieces of glass when he comes in front of me "that is why you're here ."he says "no, im here because your selfish ass father only cares about himself and money and doesn't care who he's hurting by pulling people away from the ones they love ." i say  and walk past him, i crouch down and begin picking the pieces up and dropping them in the small bin, he crouches down also picking up the glass ,"I'm sorry , i know you would rather be anywhere but here cleaning up my mess, trust me you're not the only one who thinks he's selfish " he says, mumbling the last part, while putting the pieces in the bin and running a hand through his blonde shoulder length hair, i stare at him blankly ,
did he just apologize?

And did he just call his dad who's letting him stay in his five star hotel selfish?
"You dont have to apologize" i tell him.

Why was he smashing glass in the middle of the night?

"So guess were done cleaning the glass,just the bed left ."i say looking at him , he doesn't reply just keeps looking at me looking at me, "what?"i ask getting up and picking the sheets,he doesn't reply.

"All done."

"I never pegged you for the make out in the kitchen type of gal." He smirks

I turn my head to were he's standing,
"Excuse me?"

"You and that guy, you know ,getting some on the kitchen floor." He laughs

"what?!, he was tickling me, ew we were definitely not doing whatever you thought we were." I roll my eyes , "well goodnight." I say when he doesn't reply, i leave the room and walk out the door, "i see you are the one who serves my son." ,i turn around and see Mr Zander dressed in a black sleek suit, i notice a red bruise on his eye, "uh,yes sir." I reply,his eyes move to what i'm holding "what is that?" He asks, referring to what's on the  bedsheet "Mr Axel spilled whine on his sheets."
I reply again already getting bored with the conversation "well move out of my face and carry on doing whatever it is you were doing." He says harshly pushing past me, talk about bipolar, why the heck does he have a bruise on he face and why was Axel smashing any breakable thing in his reach.

A/N: hey guys,i hope you liked this chapter. Bye
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