He Stares Back

Chap. 2: I Have A Job For You, East

(Picture of Emily East above)
• Earlier that same day•

The sound of cars honking outside wake Emily up. She jumps and groans, slowly opening her brown eyes.

"What the frick—" Emily raises her head.

The brunette looks around her. She notices right off a few things that isn't placed in her own apartment.

           Where the hell did that lamp come from? Emily looks around the room to see more items that isn't placed in her apartment. What he hell—

            Emily turns to see a gorgeous man sitting sleeping beside her. His stubbles face and dirty blonde hair, the bulging muscles.

            Right. Emily nods, I slept with Ethan again. God, Kaley would have a ton of crack up jokes if she saw this.

          Emily tip toes out of the bed. Her toes ice cold when they touch the freezing wooden floor. She hurriedly gets dressed and grabs her motorcycle helmet by the door. She does the walk of shame as she quickly exits the apartment and the building.

        I've got to get a better hobby. Emily thinks, shaking her head.

         The brunette climbs onto the motorcycle, taking her keys out of the secret pocket in her helmet. It's actually a tear but she made it into a pocket for her keys. Emily speeds away on her motorcycle, smiling devilishly at her escape. In her side mirrors, she can see Ethan sticking his head out his apartment window and waving a farewell to her.

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Emily walks into the Daily Delilah, a money hungry news office. She grabs a used coffee from a coworker with low self esteem and who had an obvious crush on her, Tyler Withstand. That is, until Emily used him to steal his headlining story.

"Bitch!" Tyler hisses at her as she walks off, shaking his head annoyed.

Emily smirks. Ah, my favorite compliment of the day .

The brunettes smile slowly fades as a memory passes through her mind. Emily remembers a time when an insult like that would have hurt her. But that was before Christian. The thought of him nearly brings her to tears. She shakes her head and shoulders at the thought of him.

He made me out to be a whore. A tight frown appears on Emily's pouty lips. Now I'm just a heartless bitch.

Emily goes straight to her boss's office. Mr. Hardon, her boss, had called her while she went and got gas. He mentioned that it was urgent.

              Emily casually walks into her boss's office without knocking. Mr. Hardon is frantically searching through papers and is on the phone. When he sees her standing there with a smug smile, it ignites his fury.

       "Damnit East! Sit your ass down!" Mr. Hardon shouts at her.

         Emily nods and sits down in one of his office chairs, sipping on Tyler's coffee. She jumps when Mr. Hardon slams his phone down onto the receiver. His dark eyes stare at her intensely, fire burning in his dark orbs.

          "Hello, sir—" She starts, knowing it will tick Mr. Hardon off.

           "Shut up, East!" Mr. Hardon shouts at her angrily, "You're in big trouble."

             "Ugh-oh, what did I do this time?" Emily smirks wickedly as she sips on the coffee.

              "Do you enjoy playing with people? Because I'm getting real sick of that damn mouth you got East!" Mr. Hardon shouts at her.