So here comes chapter 2! Hope you like it!
Chapter II
Ashley POV
University was mainly about lectures. Most of my time at school consisted of lectures. And lectures, although interesting, gave you time to ponder. Mostly about things completely non-related to the subject or theme of the lecture.
So this was how I found myself in the back of the lecture hall thinking about things I really shouldn't think about. I thought about my hometown and the people in it. I thought about that little corner café that I frequently visited with my father. Or whatever I should call him. I thought about the book store where me and my mother used to pick out silly books and quote the best passages to each other. My mother and I never did that anymore.
I was awoken from my daydream by people collecting their papers and bags as the lecturer rounded up the subject. I had no idea what had been said. Shit. Looked like I would be spending the night reading up on whatever it was.
I slowly made my way toward the door, shying away from people and trying to stay clear of the rowdy students; exhilarated that class was dismissed for today.
Finally out of the stuffy University building I breathed deep and felt the sun warming my face. This was something I really loved about California. The sun was always present. Even on cloudy days it somehow managed to protrude through the clouds and make its presence known.
I smiled faintly at the sky and made my way toward the local supermarket. Today was Taco-Tuesday and I needed supplies.
Juice POV
I was on one of the laptops in the clubhouse checking up on stuff for Clay. We didn't know if it was anything to worry about yet, but as my momma always said: "Better safe than sorry". At least she might have said something like that, if I'd stuck around long enough.
I was jolted back to reality from my little trip down memory lane by a dark raspy voice I could recognize anywhere.
"Juice, Gemma needs some stuff from the supermarket, you okay to tear yourself away from the porn for a while?" Clay's throaty chuckle resonated through the room.
"Really? Can't Half Sack do that?" I thought I was past these menial tasks since I was patched, but apparently Clay didn't see it that way.
"Yes. Really." His look told me he wasn't kidding.
I took the piece of paper that he was holding in his extended hand and glanced at it. Awesome, I was reduced to shopping for groceries. Nice.
Ashley POV
As I wandered the aisles of the supermarket looking for the right ingredients I heard a deep sigh. Not just one of those puffs of air, but a real deep dark sigh of despair. I knew that kind of sigh, all too well. I peeked around the corner of the shelf and was kind of surprised by what I saw. Over by the vegetables stood a tall man. But it wasn't his height that made me catch my breath. It was the rest of him. He was all clad in black. Black jeans that fit snuggly around his thighs and a faded black t-shirt. A leather vest was draped across his upper body and the words Sons of Anarchy graced his shoulders. His head was almost completely shaved, save the low Mohawk that ran down his head. He had tattoos, although he wasn't completely covered in them. There were two on his head in the shape of lightning bolts and he had a couple more on his arms. And damn, those arms were toned. His golden skin suggested that he was of Mexican descent, or Puerto Rican maybe. In any case, he looked like nothing I had ever encountered.
He was standing by the onions and looking quizzically at the labels. He looked seriously confused so I did the only thing I could do. I approached him.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help but notice, you look a little bit lost?" I phrased it as a question, hoping that he wouldn't be offended. "Can I help you with anything?"
He turned to me and for a moment I was a little lost in his eyes. They were big, dark and endless. He didn't say anything either, only stared at me for a moment.
"Help?" His voice sounded hoarse. "Right! Yes, actually, I am supposed to buy these onions right?" He pointed to the list in his hand. "But see, there are like hundreds of different onions here, and I have no idea which ones I should be getting, and it's kind of important that I get the right ones and-".
"Wait!" I held up my hand, needing to stop him, as I realized he was about to spontaneously combust if I didn't do something. "What does it say on the list?" I ventured slowly, to try to calm him down a little.
"It just says five onions." He said with a shrug.
"Right well, if there's no more specification I'd go with the regular onions" I said as I pointed to the right ones. "They're good for pretty much anything, so I'd say that's your safest bet", I smiled a little to make him feel less bad about the freak out.
"Oh, okay. Thanks" He smiled sheepishly.
"No problem, have a nice day, sir!" I gave him a final smile and nod and headed for the registers.
And next up is Juice's take on the first encounter! Because lets face it, that's what we really want to read about.. :P
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