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Faye went back to the house after saying goodbye to Grace. One thing she had to admit, was that she was really excited how the evening would go. However, she also hoped that Grace wouldn't be shocked once she saw the club and the people. It was definitely the opposite of her life, but that was the exciting thing about it.

"Sweetheart, come here!" Gemma shouted as Faye entered the house and quickly she went to the kitchen where Gemma was.

With a smile, Faye leaned against the kitchen counter and poured herself a glass of coke. "Yes?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, wondering what Gemma wanted from her.

"Can you get some stuff for tonight? I don't have time for it. Take someone with you and take the money you need." The older woman pressed a kiss on Faye's forehead and disappeared with her bag outside.

Faye looked after the woman and took her phone from her pocket, then dialed Jax's number. "Hey Jax. Mom wants me to get some things for tonight. Do you wanna help me?" she asked after her brother had answered the phone. Although she was old enough to go by herself, she was simply in love with company. She had always enjoyed having her family around her.

Just twenty minutes later, she got into the car with Jax and turned briefly to Abel. "Hi buddy," she said smiling, then she looked at Jax.

"Did mom tell you what she needs?" he asked with his usual charming smile.

Apparently Tara was just fine, according to his good mood. She could always tell when things didn't go so well between them. "Yeah, she gave me a list." She took the note out of her jacket pocket and let Jax know what they needed.

It took about two hours to get everything because they needed to go to different stores. In beween, Abel was a little hungry, which made the three take a break. Although Jax wasn't her biological brother, both loved each other like real siblings, and the age difference was no problem for their relationship. In general, Faye was glad that Jax and Gemma treated her as if she really was a full family member. Still she felt the need to know more about her real mom, but Clay never talked about her, never. No matter how many times Faye tried to talk to him, he didn't say anything. Jax and the rest of the club didn't talk about her either, which gave her a bad feeling.

On the way home, she pointed out that she would bring a new girl along tonight and asked him if he could make sure the boys wouldn't all rush to her new friend in one time. Hopefully they wouldn't flirt too much with her, after all, she didn't want to scare Grace.

"See you later," she pressed a kiss on Jax and Abel's cheek when she got home. She left the car and went inside. She had left the purchases with Jax in the car because he wanted to bring them to the club immediately. Arriving in her room, she put on some makeup again and swapped her sneakers for high heels. Then she sat down in the kitchen, putting a cigarette between her lips.

There was just one person buzzing through her head. Happy. Faye had been trying to get his attention for months without being overly constrained, but at every party he disappeared with one of the croweaters in his dorm instead of her. Often she wondered how his lips would feel on hers, or how his hands would feel stroking her body.

"But that will never happen," she said to herself, sighing softly.

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Around midday Adrian showed Grace around in town. They walked past the shops and ordered a drink in one of the small bars, next to a boxing gym. They sat down around a table outside. She liked Adrian's company. Even though she never had real male friends, she felt comfortable around him. He was a few years older than she was and very good looking, with his golden locks and bright blue eyes. Despite his good looks she didn't feel attracted to him in a romantic way, which she was glad of. That would only stand a friendship in the way, and she was more interested in finding friends than in finding a boyfriend.

A few months ago Adrian had come back from a trip around the world, so there were plenty of stories he could tell her and she loved to listen to him and got to know him. He was a talented narrator, using different voices and playing with his volume. A smile adorned her face as he called up the longing to travel around the world as well. Two years ago she had been to Africa with some youth of the church, to do some voluntary work in an orphanage. She just wanted to tell him about her experience as four motorcycles raced across the streets. Adrian stopped talking immediately and she saw him tense. Grace caught a glance of the leather jackets they were wearing, with some kind of skeleton on the back.

"Is that... a motorgang?" she asked baffled. She had grown up in a safe neighborhood, she had never seen a gang member.

"Yeah, the Sons of Anarchy. Some dumb asses hanging around in a garage." He pulled a face. "Never liked them, they're all attention whores."

She raised her eyebrows as she heard his blunt words, but he shrugged. "You'll find out soon enough."

"I hope not," she muttered, feeling unsafe immediately. Her eyes were aimed at the street, where they just disappeared around a corner. She rubbed her arms, suddenly feeling cold. "Are they dangerous?"

"Nah. They have big mouths and like to punch faces, but they won't bother a girl like you. They'll definitely try to get into your pants, but they ain't rapists. Just let them know you're not interested if they start flirting with you."

Grace couldn't think of an occasion where she would meet bikers, but this was a small town. She nodded. Adrian continued telling about his adventures, but ever since she had seen the motorcycles she was a bit distracted and she was relieved when he offered to walk her home, so she didn't need to go alone.

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At dinner Grace told her parents carefully that a girl had invited her to a party. Before they could object, she assured them she would be back before midnight and would take two drinks maximum. "I need this," she stressed. "Meet more people."

"What's wrong with the people you met today? They are well behaving people," her father said.

She shrugged. "There was only one of my age. And sure, we had fun. But Faye lives next to us and she's really nice."

"It's okay," her mother smiled. "We trust you." She glared at her husband. "Right?"

Grumbling, he nodded. "What kind of party is it?"

"Just hanging around with some friends of her at the bar. Nothing too wild."

With a sigh, he nodded. "Fine. But be careful."

She stood up and kissed his cheek. "Of course, dad." She squeezed his shoulder and went to her new room. There were tons of boxes and she had no idea where she could find her clothes. Instead of starting a long search, she decided to trust the girl next door, assuming she would have something in which she would feel comfortable enough to join her first party in Charming.