The Saint Jones [Completed]

chapter 18: Perilous Plan

Sether

"Hey, what's up?" I lift my head and meet Morgan's joyous face in front of me, arms crossed around her sagging chest, heaving her dress a bit which displays part of her plump thighs.

"Uh... nothing exceptional, I'm just sitting, my back is hurting," I reply and look at my hands which are clasped against each other, forming a fist.

Since early this morning, my back started to hurt me, torturing me like it always did whenever I'm exhausted. I slept well last night but as always, I sleep on one ear and it takes 20℅ of the 100℅ I should be sleeping.

"You know you don't have to linger in the back store, you're the damn Chef, you can go in your cabin," she says with a loud breath at the end.

"I'm waiting for Justin," I reply solely.

I have been sitting on this cream sofa for over fifteen minutes, back resting against the chilled wall and if it hurts too much, I just lean forwards and after a moment backwards. I was supposed to meet Justin here ten minutes ago and I'm still waiting like a fool with the hope that he'll come as he pledged.

"Oh... I didn't see him in the kitchen," she states.

"It's not a first time, is it? Justin is Justin," I reply quietly and massage my scalp, feeling so debilitated. My head is heavy and so are my eyes.

"Do you need a massage?" Morgan asks and it catches me off guard, I raise my head and I look at her round face with a few strands of brown hair falling over her forehead, that hair that was once blonde. Her face is as serious as it has ever been, I know her, I know when she talks seriously or not, and now I'm sure she isn't bluffing.

"Please don't start," I mutter with a sigh.

She sighs as well and seats on her knees in front of me, her thy, skinny hands find a place on my knees while her head is at the same level as mine. Her green eyes— which have no colour for now because of my tinted sunglasses— are looking straight at my black shield as if they are seeing through them.

"I can't touch you anymore?" She asks and sadness can be heard in the back of her voice.

I shake my head and inhale profusely. Morgan is an incredible human being, the big sister that I never had but sometimes a situation can slip out of our fingers. I'm not proud of myself nor of her, we were quite mature but what we consumed wasn't. Two years ago, I met her here on the Saint Jones, I liked her vibe and her way of thinking, I wanted to be her friend like how I am with every other workers here and it happened. The awkwardness has occured.

One night there was a little party between us workers, and she was there. We drank, all kinds of drinks, we got drunk to the point of forgetting our names, and she was unfortunately under my fingers. We kissed but nothing else happened and I'm glad, but even the part of the kiss is a disappointment, a blunder that we tried to heal over the time each time she was around me.

Since that day, a gap has been formed between us, I was afraid that she would grew fond of me but fortunately, she didn't do it during these two years. We are both mature, we know what is good for us. It was clear that her and I would never work.

Morgan is an incredible person, but she also has a strong temper and she makes a lot of bad decisions, and because of these manners, many people detest her. A few months ago she was found in Alexander's bed by Alexander's girlfriend herself, and honestly, it wasn't a great day for anyone.

"I didn't say anything close to that, I just don't want you to give me a massage," I reply.

She stares at me deeply, her pupils moving from left to right of my face, her brows lowering slightly.