A new face after the race

Chapter 9

Emily was just a few blocks from Harberview Towers as she heard someone call out her name. She turned to see Mark and waited to say anything until he was closer. Moments later, when he was approaching her she greeted him. "Hey Mark. Going home?"

"Yeah, I was just coming from a job interview." Mark said in greeting. It was sort of a lie, yes he was going home, and yes he just came from a job interview, but the timeline was a bit off. He was waiting for her to be walking home to talk to her though. He enjoyed having her around.

"Isn't it a little late?" Emily asked as she resumed her walk home. Mark walked beside her.

"Yeah, but the guy who interviewed me was busy until tonight." Mark said and caught his breath. He almost didn't see her until she had a good lead on him.

"Oh, how did the interview go?" Emily said, a little suspicious. Mark's explanation was possible, but still slightly suspicious. She quickly hid her emotions and concentrated on listening to Mark's answer.

"I believe I got it in the bag." Mark said happily. The job interview was really short and to the point. He was expecting the call very soon. It was considered as meager pay, but hey it was a job! He would work himself up the ladder step by step.

"That's good to hear." Emily said as she crossed the familiar street she crossed daily.

"It is, isn't it?" Mark said dreamily. He would be working up the money ladder very soon. "So anyway, I thought you would be home sooner. I didn't think you had to work late today." Mark said, making small talk.

"I didn't have to work at all today until Bobby called and asked me to fill in for a co-worker." Emily answered and Mark soaked all the information up.

"That's nice of you to do so. I mean you took your free time, which I take you rarely have, and spent it helping out someone else." Mark said. He didn't think waitresses had too much time off anyway.

"I don't, but I need the money to pay for college among other things." Emily said as she neared closer to home. Today was brutal; she was on her toes all day. Crowds came and went, but she was still constantly doing something.

All she wanted to do was run a bath and soak all those tense muscles, will away the pain. Then slip into bed and fall into a dreamless sleep and sleep until late tomorrow. She would have to do a few chores, watch Melissa and she had to finish some homework she didn't finish Friday afternoon, but she didn't want to think of those things just yet.

"What are you majoring in?" Mark said, rejoicing the thought inwardly that he got the conversation concentrated on her again. It was time to soak up information again.

"Journalism, I find writing is relaxing and can be informative at times." Emily said, explaining why she chose such a major. She enjoyed the subject immensely.

"I take it you have to write a lot of papers then." Mark said grimacing at the thought. He could never write that much, even though he had a small interest in writing, as long as it was free-spirited.

"Yes, but I love writing every one." Emily said and nearly fainted with relief at the sight of Harberview Towers. Her feet ached more than you could imagine.

"It's a good thing you do, seeing your major." Mark commented.

"It is, isn't it?" Emily replied, repeating what Mark said minutes earlier.

Soon Emily was walking towards the doors of her apartment building. "See you later Mark." She called as she stepped closer to the doors and opened them. She walked through them; the door slid back to its original place, and soon was of sight. (It sounds like I reused this scene huh? Sorry, it just turned out that way.)

Mark just stared back at the doors and bit his lip. It took all he could not to ask her out. He didn't know if she had a boyfriend or not for sure. (Or does he? Wink, wink.) Either way he didn't want to know. He hated getting rejected.

With one quick glance at the doors of the building, Mark turned to go, but didn't get far. He was face to face with a blonde with clothes that screamed slut. She wore a slinky blue bikini top and way too short shorts. Mark kept his disgust at ease and greeted the blonde. "Can I do anything for you?"

"I believe so. Do you have a thing for her?" The blonde said and gestured toward the glass doors that Emily passed through moments ago.

"I don't see how that is any of your business." Mark remarked and walked away from her. He didn't go for those kinds of girls. He liked his to be modest to their looks and body parts hidden for the most part.

He knew the blonde was still following him by the click of her heels on the pavement. He didn't look back but guessed they were about three inches high and assumed they were bluish to match her trampish looking clothes.

After a few minutes of the noise of the heels on the pavement, he turned and saw she was keeping up nicely surprisingly. "You have two choices. State whatever you wanted to say immediately or leave me alone."

Sara stood back and inwardly flumed. She was rejected again! Not for long though, Lucky would be hers shortly. "Emily has a boyfriend." She simply stated.

Mark stared at her surprised. She followed him to say that? "I assumed as much, but now that you have said what you wanted, go away." Mark said, hoping dearly she would get the message he was leaving, alone.

"Wait!" She called yet again and Mark felt his patience slipping. He wondered if that happened with everyone the Blonde talked to.

"What?" He growled, his patience growing incredibly thin by the second.

"That can be changed!" Sara stated the obvious. Well duh, Mark thought. A lot of things could be changed. Like your clothes and the idea of not using the brain which isn't present either way. Sick of the obvious and the stalker with heels, Mark ignored her protests and quickened his pace. Yet she kept up, so Mark turned on his heels and faced her. Sara barely knew what was coming, but yet stopped in time to not bump into him, accidentally tripping on her heels. She landed on her butt and waited. Thinking Mark was the gentleman, she waited for him to help her up. After a few seconds when he made no effort to do so, she got up herself and dusted herself off. That was then Mark spoke.

"I suggest you get lost or I will have you arrested for stalking and put a restraining order on you, are we clear, Mrs. Blonde?" Mark threatened, not caring anymore. He was starting to dislike the whore wearing heels even more by the second.

"Ms. Webber actually. Sara Webber." Sara said with spunk. She held out her hand for a handshake, but Mark would rather die than touch her. It was far from a pleasure to meet her.

"Thank you for that information. Expect a copy of the restraining order soon." Mark said smoothly and desperately hoped she would get the message, even for a second. He turned to go but the blonde grabbed his wrist.

"Wait! Aren't you even interested in my idea?" Sara pleaded with a pout, but Mark just stared at her with cold eyes.

"I doubt that there is even a brain in that little head of yours, so I think not." Mark insulted her, and waited for her to say something back, but then Sara proved his point by staring at him strangely with confusion present. She couldn't understand when she was just insulted? He has met many stupid characters, but he had to say, this was the stupidest one he had met, and that was saying a lot.

When Sara made no moment to let him go, he grabbed her by the wrist and flung her off. Unstable with the three inch heels she fell once again, this time in a small puddle of water. Sara pointedly got up and noticed one of her nails was broke, as she tried to catch her fall.

"You broke my nail! How dare you!" Sara protested and Mark just didn't know what to say. She was complaining about a broken nail? Give me a break, he thought, and turned finally to go. He hoped he didn't need that restraining order, but if she approached him one more time, that hope would be gone. The first call he made would be to the Port Charles Police Department and he would feel joy in doing so. A night in prison would suit the princess well, no doubt about it.

Sara watched as the unnamed newcomer walked away and nursed her broken nail. Today was just not a good day. She had been rejected not once, but two times! And the only thing they had in common was both people had the hots for her enemy. She would fix that soon though, Lucky was patient and had good controls, but she knew how to drive men to bed. Then Emily would be out of the picture and Lucky would be all hers. She couldn't promise she would stay faithful though, but Lucky would have no problem with that. (Isn't she disillusional?) She knew only one thing though. Lucky would be hers no matter what. She would make sure of it.

Author's note: Evil little female dog Sara once again rejected! Yes, and along with almost broken heels, a restraining order, stalking claims, and a broken nail and wet clothes! Life is good! Anyway, I wrote this chapter faster than I thought. It's a good one too. I'm so proud of myself. Thanks for the million reviews Am21, it's nice to know I have a dedicated fan and the ideas you gave led to the Sara rejection too! Hope you liked the chapter. Keep up those reviews everyone else! It is much appreciated.