Authors Note: Hey, sorry the last chap was so short. I will try to make my future chapters longer and more appealing….
Jason stared in disbelief as Elizabeth attempted desperately to excuse her mistake of informing A.J of Jason's private matters.
"Jason, I'm sorry. He came in here, criticized me for not being able to hold on to you, and rubbed it in my face that I was rejected, let alone a stripper."
Jason's tolerance was rising above control as Elizabeth, whom was trying to explain her actions, but obviously making matter worse, continued speaking about Courtney's devious venture of stealing what they could have had.
"I really think that we could have worked, Jason, and I know deep inside you feel it, too, and when I heard A.J say those things, I slipped. I'm sorry." She added as her cold eyes began to ignite like a candle.
"Listen, Elizabeth. Right now my only concern is bringing Courtney back home safely. I have too many people counting on me right now to be able to do this." Jason began as he emotionally blew out the newly lit fire that shortly existed in her eyes. "I appreciate you telling me the truth though. You did good." Jason admitted as he stood up, briefly adjusted his black leather jacket and began quickly towards the exit.
"Wait, Jason." Elizabeth called out behind him as she revealed herself from behind the counter, and sprinted to Jason so they were in reasonable distance with one another.
"Be careful." She whispered as she placed her hands gently on his shoulders and down to his mid-back. Jason starred, emotionless, into the same eyes that he once could never look away from.
"I have to leave." He stated as he released her grip, and continued his way out of the abandoned restaurant.
"Where is she?" A.J Quartermaine was in middle of a satisfying bottle of brandy. The recovering alcoholic, nearly choking on his shot, turned and discovered himself facing the pair of eyes which were filled with hatred and despise.
"Well, if it isn't the hero. The flawless brother who makes me look worse then I really am, or ever could be. But, ah, no one sees that. No, not while the knight and shining armor is in town." A.J slurred as he paced clumsily around the dining room, tripping over stationary objects and recovering his faults before actually falling.
"Shut-up, A.J," Jason ordered. "Now where is she?"
"Where is who? You're not asking about Courtney are you? If you are, you're asking the wrong person. The only place I would know of is in bed with you, but wait, that can't be right. Did she finally see you for the creep you really are, Jason?" A.J questioned as a devious smile spread across his drunken face.
Jason barged at A.J with such incredible force A.J fell uncontrollably to the ground. Jason tightly gripped A.J's collar and roughly picked him back up to his feet.
"I will ask you one last time, where is she?" Jason demanded. A.J could feel Jason's hot breath against his face as Jason spoke his powerful words.
"I don't kn---"
"Jason, don't!" Jason slowly released A.J from his tight grip as he attracted his attention to the pleading voice.
There standing in the doorway to the dining room was very gorgeous women dressed in a white dress that flowed elegantly down to her ankles, with straps that barley covered her shoulders. Her hair was curled, and hung slightly past her shoulders, with a white flower resting in her ear.
"Courtney!"
Jason stared in disbelief as Elizabeth attempted desperately to excuse her mistake of informing A.J of Jason's private matters.
"Jason, I'm sorry. He came in here, criticized me for not being able to hold on to you, and rubbed it in my face that I was rejected, let alone a stripper."
Jason's tolerance was rising above control as Elizabeth, whom was trying to explain her actions, but obviously making matter worse, continued speaking about Courtney's devious venture of stealing what they could have had.
"I really think that we could have worked, Jason, and I know deep inside you feel it, too, and when I heard A.J say those things, I slipped. I'm sorry." She added as her cold eyes began to ignite like a candle.
"Listen, Elizabeth. Right now my only concern is bringing Courtney back home safely. I have too many people counting on me right now to be able to do this." Jason began as he emotionally blew out the newly lit fire that shortly existed in her eyes. "I appreciate you telling me the truth though. You did good." Jason admitted as he stood up, briefly adjusted his black leather jacket and began quickly towards the exit.
"Wait, Jason." Elizabeth called out behind him as she revealed herself from behind the counter, and sprinted to Jason so they were in reasonable distance with one another.
"Be careful." She whispered as she placed her hands gently on his shoulders and down to his mid-back. Jason starred, emotionless, into the same eyes that he once could never look away from.
"I have to leave." He stated as he released her grip, and continued his way out of the abandoned restaurant.
"Where is she?" A.J Quartermaine was in middle of a satisfying bottle of brandy. The recovering alcoholic, nearly choking on his shot, turned and discovered himself facing the pair of eyes which were filled with hatred and despise.
"Well, if it isn't the hero. The flawless brother who makes me look worse then I really am, or ever could be. But, ah, no one sees that. No, not while the knight and shining armor is in town." A.J slurred as he paced clumsily around the dining room, tripping over stationary objects and recovering his faults before actually falling.
"Shut-up, A.J," Jason ordered. "Now where is she?"
"Where is who? You're not asking about Courtney are you? If you are, you're asking the wrong person. The only place I would know of is in bed with you, but wait, that can't be right. Did she finally see you for the creep you really are, Jason?" A.J questioned as a devious smile spread across his drunken face.
Jason barged at A.J with such incredible force A.J fell uncontrollably to the ground. Jason tightly gripped A.J's collar and roughly picked him back up to his feet.
"I will ask you one last time, where is she?" Jason demanded. A.J could feel Jason's hot breath against his face as Jason spoke his powerful words.
"I don't kn---"
"Jason, don't!" Jason slowly released A.J from his tight grip as he attracted his attention to the pleading voice.
There standing in the doorway to the dining room was very gorgeous women dressed in a white dress that flowed elegantly down to her ankles, with straps that barley covered her shoulders. Her hair was curled, and hung slightly past her shoulders, with a white flower resting in her ear.
"Courtney!"