I finished unpacking the last box in my new bedroom.

One room down. Six more to go.

My cellphone vibrated on my nightstand, making my eyes shift over to it.

I looked at the screen, and shook my head. I clicked the answer button and moved my phone to my ear.

"Hey mom."

"Alaina, I told you to call me once you were settled in."

"Sorry, I got distracted."

"Honey, do you really think moving to Charming was the best idea? I mean, you just got out of the academy. I think you should have stayed close to family."

"Mom, I told you I wanted to move."

"Yeah, I didn't think you would move from Jersey all the way to California. You're all alone out there."

"Mom, I'm twenty-five. I'll be fine. Besides, I'm allowed to carry a gun around with me. I'm a cop now, remember?"

"Oh, don't you remind me. I can't believe you decided to go into the police force instead of med school."

"Mom, I never wanted to go to med school. You and dad pushed me to go there."

"Yeah, because that is a great career. And most importantly, it's safe."

"Mom, as much as I wish to continue this conversation, I'm going to call you later. I have a house to unpack."

"Okay, love you."

"Love you too."

I folded up the now empty box and put it in the hallway with the other empty boxes.

The next morning, I drove to the police station in my new town. I parked the car and pulled my hair up into a loose pony tail.

As I walked into the station, I stopped the first officer I laid eyes on.

"Hi, how may I help you, miss?"

"Hi, I'm Alaina Larson. I'm here to see Chief Wayne Unser."

The young cop stared at the woman before him. This was the new cop that was replacing Hale? She looked like a fucking supermodel, not some cop. She was tall, probably 5'7, 5'8, if he was guessing off the top of his head. She had hazel eyes that stood out even more due to her bold black eyeliner, and her long chocolate colored tresses were pulled back from her face. She wasn't too skinny either. She had some meat on her bones that molded to her curvy figure perfectly.

"You're the rookie?"

"Uh, yeah. Why is that so suprising?"

"I expected a heavy-set dyke. Not a beautiful woman who should be on the fucking cover of maxim."

Jesus. That's probably one of the worst lines I have ever heard from a man's mouth.

"Thanks."

My eyes broke away from his creepy gaze, and he led me to Mr. Unser's office. As he reached for the closed door's handle, the door opened and two men wearing matching leather cuttes made their way out of the room.

The one man was older, while the other was much younger, a real pretty boy, if you're into that sort of thing. No doubt a player from the smirk he just gave me.

I hate players.

I never understood why women throw themselves at men like that.

Do they think they can change him? Or it the ridiculous rehearsed pick up lines that keep them coming back for more?

He looked at me with a confused expression when I didn't return a smile.

" Hey Wayne, Alaina Larson is finally here."

The friendly looking man made his way over to me and smiled, shaking my hand firmly.

"Hi, Alaina. I'm glad you're here. Welcome to Charming."

Jax and Clay started their bikes. Clay looked over at his stepson, who still had a confused expression on his face.

"What?"

"The hot chick inside... she wasn't interested. I mean, not even a little. Like she was repulsed by me."

"Who knows son, maybe you're losing your touch."