Chapter Sixteen: Expectations Fall Short
Elizabeth walked into her studio and slammed down her purse on her desk. Damn Courtney and Jason! Why did they have to flaunt their relationship when she was here stuck with AJ? Sometimes, she didn't even know why she left Jason for AJ.
Suddenly, she felt arms snake around her waist and someone trailing wet kisses down her neck. She moaned softly. That was why.
"Mmm, hey sweetie. I missed you," she heard AJ moan into her ear.
She pushed AJ off of her and walked over to her window, "Not now, AJ. I'm not in the mood."
"What?" AJ asked. She had never turned him down before. What was going on? He walked behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder, "Sweetheart, what is it?"
Once again, she pushed him off of her. Walking towards her sofa, she threw herself onto it and let out an exasperated scream. "Why does he have to love her? He never loved me and we dated for more three years! But no!! St. Courtney comes back and he runs to her! Jeez! I could just." Liz's voice trailed off as she let out yet another scream and ran her fingers through her hair.
AJ looked at Elizabeth suspiciously, "What do you mean? Do you want Jason back?"
Elizabeth turned around and looked AJ square in the eye, "Of course I want Jason back! You think I'm actually happy being with some loser like yourself! Ha!" She laughed sarcastically.
AJ was hurt. For once in his life, he thought that he could actually love someone that would love him back for the person that he is, but no. Not even Elizabeth could do that. He should have known; she was Jason's ex. Rolling his eyes, he stated angrily, "I knew I should have never gotten involved with you! I'll always be in the shadow of the Golden Boy!"
Elizabeth rolled her eyes and walked towards the door. Opening it, she looked AJ square in the eye and pointed out the door, "Good-bye!"
AJ gave her a look and exited. He was tired of being treated like he was scum. It was time he started over; this time working from the bottom to the top hoping to become something better.
Elizabeth stomped around in her studio. Spying her flower vase that she had gotten from her Grandmother, she picked it up and surveyed it. Suddenly, she furiously chucked it at the door yelling madly. Slumping to a ball on the floor, she sobbed, shaking furiously. She would get Courtney back and soon.
~*~
Courtney walked into the penthouse angrily. She had not said a word to Jason all the way home; she was too upset. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.
Jason watched her with caution. Courtney had a bad temper; almost as bad as Sonny's. When it seemed like she had calmed down, Jason placed a hand on her shoulder and asked, "Courtney?"
Courtney shrugged him off and started mumbling to herself, "Why did she have to make a scene? Is she that immature? She cheated with my husband for goodness sake! Does she have THAT big of a grudge against me? What did I do to her? Calling me a slut. HA. who does she think she is?" Courtney began pacing the floor furiously.
Jason watched her throw up her arms in frustration and mumble to herself. Trying to hold back his laugh, he said, "You're going to put a hole in that floor with all that pacing."
Courtney stopped and looked at him. She had been deep in thought and forgot that he was still in the room. "What?"
Jason shook his head and smiled towards her. Taking her hand, he led her to the couch and sat her down. Looking straight into her eyes, he said, "Courtney, you want to tell me what's going on?"
Courtney shook her head and lied, "Nothing, honestly."
Jason looked at her with disbelief and said with all sincerity that he could muster, "I know you're lying to me. You can tell me, Court."
Tearing her eyes away from him, she said, "I don't know, Jase. It's just. I hate that Elizabeth had to make a huge scene in Kelly's because. I just want to take things slow." She looked at him tearfully, "I don't want to be known as the town slut." She lowered her head in shame. Why did it seem that everyone she knew was starting to see her as a worthless whore?
Jason cupped the side of Courtney's face and pushed her hair out of her eyes. Looking into them with determination, he shook his head, "You are not a slut, do you hear me? You are a wonderful, beautiful, honest, loving person and those only a few of your great qualities. To hell with Elizabeth! She doesn't know who you are like I do. I love you, Courtney."
Courtney pushed him away and stood up from the couch. "Stop! Just stop it, Jason!"
Jason looked at her in confusion. What had he done wrong?
~*~
The petite brunette woman stepped onto the Elm Street pier and looked around her. Taking a deep breath, she smiled. I'm home, she thought happily. Closing her eyes, she took in the smell of Port Charles - salty with a sort of spice to it and. Diamonds? The woman's eyes flew open as she spotted a young woman with blonde hair just above her shoulders approaching the docks. She was wearing a sheik black business suit with her top buttons trailing a line to her cleavage. He skirt was just above her knees making her look like a respectful businesswoman, yet the brunette wasn't fooled. She knew how to judge people and could tell that this woman was trouble.
Grabbing her bag, she quickly ran up the steps on her toes, making sure her heels didn't click. Ducking behind the corner, her curiosity got the better of her when she heard the woman talking harshly into a cell phone.
"I'm waiting at the docks. Where are you?". "Well get here quick.". "I don't care if your grandson is with you there! He lives there for goodness sake!". "What-," suddenly she dropped her voice and the brunette heard clicking of heals announcing the arrival of someone. Straining her ears, she managed to get the last part of the conversation: "Listen, I've got to go.". "No, there's someone here.". "Good-bye." The woman closed her phone in a fluster.
"Faith Roscoe?" the brunette heard a familiar voice, but who was it. Damn! It had been so long since she had been in Port Charles.
The blonde turned to look at the other woman, "That's me. Who are you and what do you want?"
"I want to revenge and I want it now."
The woman called Faith laughed maliciously, "Everyone wants that, chick. Just got to learn to live with it."
"No! Wait! I want you to hear this out. I want revenge on Courtney Matthews and you want revenge on Sonny and Jason."
The brunette's ears perked up at the mention of Sonny and Jason. Her Sonny and Jason? And who was this Courtney? Damn! Who was the voice?
"What do you have in mind?" asked Faith.
"Just revenge. I'll do anything you say, whatever you want, as long as I'm not mislead."
"Anything?" Apparently the voice answered with silence so the woman continued, "I already have a partner. I'm sorry."
"Two heads are good, but three are better."
Faith seemed to thinking this over. Suddenly, a third set of footsteps entered into the conversation.
"It's nice you could finally get here," Faith said and added, "Meet our new co-worker."
The brunette could not hold out any longer. She peeked her head around the corner, making sure she could see them, but they couldn't see her. Her eyes widened in shock. There in front of her was Helena Cassidine, this woman named Faith Roscoe, and Elizabeth Webber all planning revenge against Sonny and Jason, planning to take this girl Courtney down with them.
The woman rushed away, forgetting the bag that she had brought with her. She had to get to Sonny and warn him; and she had to do it fast!
Later.
Jasper Jax wondered down the stairs to the docks. Suddenly, he spotted a bag that had been abandoned. Walking to it, he checked for a nametag. Finally finding it, he read the name. He nearly had a heart attack. Whispering to himself, he said, "Brenda Barrett?"
Elizabeth walked into her studio and slammed down her purse on her desk. Damn Courtney and Jason! Why did they have to flaunt their relationship when she was here stuck with AJ? Sometimes, she didn't even know why she left Jason for AJ.
Suddenly, she felt arms snake around her waist and someone trailing wet kisses down her neck. She moaned softly. That was why.
"Mmm, hey sweetie. I missed you," she heard AJ moan into her ear.
She pushed AJ off of her and walked over to her window, "Not now, AJ. I'm not in the mood."
"What?" AJ asked. She had never turned him down before. What was going on? He walked behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder, "Sweetheart, what is it?"
Once again, she pushed him off of her. Walking towards her sofa, she threw herself onto it and let out an exasperated scream. "Why does he have to love her? He never loved me and we dated for more three years! But no!! St. Courtney comes back and he runs to her! Jeez! I could just." Liz's voice trailed off as she let out yet another scream and ran her fingers through her hair.
AJ looked at Elizabeth suspiciously, "What do you mean? Do you want Jason back?"
Elizabeth turned around and looked AJ square in the eye, "Of course I want Jason back! You think I'm actually happy being with some loser like yourself! Ha!" She laughed sarcastically.
AJ was hurt. For once in his life, he thought that he could actually love someone that would love him back for the person that he is, but no. Not even Elizabeth could do that. He should have known; she was Jason's ex. Rolling his eyes, he stated angrily, "I knew I should have never gotten involved with you! I'll always be in the shadow of the Golden Boy!"
Elizabeth rolled her eyes and walked towards the door. Opening it, she looked AJ square in the eye and pointed out the door, "Good-bye!"
AJ gave her a look and exited. He was tired of being treated like he was scum. It was time he started over; this time working from the bottom to the top hoping to become something better.
Elizabeth stomped around in her studio. Spying her flower vase that she had gotten from her Grandmother, she picked it up and surveyed it. Suddenly, she furiously chucked it at the door yelling madly. Slumping to a ball on the floor, she sobbed, shaking furiously. She would get Courtney back and soon.
~*~
Courtney walked into the penthouse angrily. She had not said a word to Jason all the way home; she was too upset. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.
Jason watched her with caution. Courtney had a bad temper; almost as bad as Sonny's. When it seemed like she had calmed down, Jason placed a hand on her shoulder and asked, "Courtney?"
Courtney shrugged him off and started mumbling to herself, "Why did she have to make a scene? Is she that immature? She cheated with my husband for goodness sake! Does she have THAT big of a grudge against me? What did I do to her? Calling me a slut. HA. who does she think she is?" Courtney began pacing the floor furiously.
Jason watched her throw up her arms in frustration and mumble to herself. Trying to hold back his laugh, he said, "You're going to put a hole in that floor with all that pacing."
Courtney stopped and looked at him. She had been deep in thought and forgot that he was still in the room. "What?"
Jason shook his head and smiled towards her. Taking her hand, he led her to the couch and sat her down. Looking straight into her eyes, he said, "Courtney, you want to tell me what's going on?"
Courtney shook her head and lied, "Nothing, honestly."
Jason looked at her with disbelief and said with all sincerity that he could muster, "I know you're lying to me. You can tell me, Court."
Tearing her eyes away from him, she said, "I don't know, Jase. It's just. I hate that Elizabeth had to make a huge scene in Kelly's because. I just want to take things slow." She looked at him tearfully, "I don't want to be known as the town slut." She lowered her head in shame. Why did it seem that everyone she knew was starting to see her as a worthless whore?
Jason cupped the side of Courtney's face and pushed her hair out of her eyes. Looking into them with determination, he shook his head, "You are not a slut, do you hear me? You are a wonderful, beautiful, honest, loving person and those only a few of your great qualities. To hell with Elizabeth! She doesn't know who you are like I do. I love you, Courtney."
Courtney pushed him away and stood up from the couch. "Stop! Just stop it, Jason!"
Jason looked at her in confusion. What had he done wrong?
~*~
The petite brunette woman stepped onto the Elm Street pier and looked around her. Taking a deep breath, she smiled. I'm home, she thought happily. Closing her eyes, she took in the smell of Port Charles - salty with a sort of spice to it and. Diamonds? The woman's eyes flew open as she spotted a young woman with blonde hair just above her shoulders approaching the docks. She was wearing a sheik black business suit with her top buttons trailing a line to her cleavage. He skirt was just above her knees making her look like a respectful businesswoman, yet the brunette wasn't fooled. She knew how to judge people and could tell that this woman was trouble.
Grabbing her bag, she quickly ran up the steps on her toes, making sure her heels didn't click. Ducking behind the corner, her curiosity got the better of her when she heard the woman talking harshly into a cell phone.
"I'm waiting at the docks. Where are you?". "Well get here quick.". "I don't care if your grandson is with you there! He lives there for goodness sake!". "What-," suddenly she dropped her voice and the brunette heard clicking of heals announcing the arrival of someone. Straining her ears, she managed to get the last part of the conversation: "Listen, I've got to go.". "No, there's someone here.". "Good-bye." The woman closed her phone in a fluster.
"Faith Roscoe?" the brunette heard a familiar voice, but who was it. Damn! It had been so long since she had been in Port Charles.
The blonde turned to look at the other woman, "That's me. Who are you and what do you want?"
"I want to revenge and I want it now."
The woman called Faith laughed maliciously, "Everyone wants that, chick. Just got to learn to live with it."
"No! Wait! I want you to hear this out. I want revenge on Courtney Matthews and you want revenge on Sonny and Jason."
The brunette's ears perked up at the mention of Sonny and Jason. Her Sonny and Jason? And who was this Courtney? Damn! Who was the voice?
"What do you have in mind?" asked Faith.
"Just revenge. I'll do anything you say, whatever you want, as long as I'm not mislead."
"Anything?" Apparently the voice answered with silence so the woman continued, "I already have a partner. I'm sorry."
"Two heads are good, but three are better."
Faith seemed to thinking this over. Suddenly, a third set of footsteps entered into the conversation.
"It's nice you could finally get here," Faith said and added, "Meet our new co-worker."
The brunette could not hold out any longer. She peeked her head around the corner, making sure she could see them, but they couldn't see her. Her eyes widened in shock. There in front of her was Helena Cassidine, this woman named Faith Roscoe, and Elizabeth Webber all planning revenge against Sonny and Jason, planning to take this girl Courtney down with them.
The woman rushed away, forgetting the bag that she had brought with her. She had to get to Sonny and warn him; and she had to do it fast!
Later.
Jasper Jax wondered down the stairs to the docks. Suddenly, he spotted a bag that had been abandoned. Walking to it, he checked for a nametag. Finally finding it, he read the name. He nearly had a heart attack. Whispering to himself, he said, "Brenda Barrett?"