The rest of the day was really easy. I was shown around the station, attended a false alarm at a shop, which ended up just being a faulty alarm, and Craig seemed to have forgotten about this morning. When my shift ended I went home to pick up my dog so I could take him for a walk and explore the town a bit.

Driz, my big boofhead dog greeted me at the door by jumping on me and licking my face. "Urgh, get down boy." I say as I push him off of me. "Do you want to go for walkies?" he starts spinning in circles and barking in excitement. I quickly go change into some casual clothes and take Driz for a walk through town.

Charming isn't a very big town, I'm surprised it even has a fire station. I take Driz down the main street so I can figure out where all the shops are. I walk past the barber shop when I notice a familiar face inside, Jax. I stop and wave at him, and he quickly stops his conversation with the barber to come outside to see me.

He smiled his charming smile, "See, I told you I would see you later." His eyes shifted from my to Driz. "Nice, um, horse?" he jokes.

I smile and a small giggle escapes me. "He's a bull arab. It is a hunting breed."

"Nah, definitely a horse." He looks down at his shoes and leans against the wall. "How you liking the town anyway?" he asks.

"It's alright. Pretty small." I respond.

He laughs. "Yeah, that's Charming, and it ain't getting any bigger any time soon. Where you headin'?"

"I'm just taking a walk. Seeing what's around. Is there a park here?" I ask.

"Yeah. It's on the other side of town though, it would be better to drive."

"Oh, my car broke. I need to get it towed to a mechanic."

His eyes light up. "I work at a garage. Maybe I could have a look at it for ya?"

I smile. "That would be great. Did you want to walk home with me, or have a look later?" I asked. If I didn't have to get my car towed it would save me a lot of money, which I didn't have much of at the moment.

"I didn't have much on now, so I could go with ya." He says.

We walk back to my apartment together. We talked about a whole bunch of silly things and laughed most of the way back. I loved how his eyes lit up every time he smiled, and how easy it was to get lost in his eyes. They had so much emotion and beauty.

We arrived at my apartment twenty minutes later and I showed him to my car. He opened the hood of the car and started looking for the problem straight away. "I'm going to put Driz back upstairs, did you want anything to drink?" I asked.

"Sure." He said. "Do you have any beer?"

"No."

"Jacks?"

"Nope. I have orange juice."

He laughed. "Orange juice will be fine."

I go back upstairs to my apartment with Driz. I pour two orange juices and go back to the parking lot. I hand Jax a glass and he takes it. We sit down on the curb to have our drinks.

"I think your –"

"No." I cut him off. "Don't talk mechanic talk to me. I have no idea what you are talking about."

He laughs. "Ok. Well, I need a part from the garage to fix it."

I sigh. "Will it cost much?" I ask.

"No not at all. It won't cost anything for you darlin', it's on the house." He smiles at me. "Did you want to come with me? We can take my bike. It's parked just in town."

"Motorbike?" I ask. "Or are you a cyclist?"

He laughs. "Motorbike. I hate cyclists."

I smile back at him. "Everyone hates cyclists."

We walk back into town. I have never been on a motorbike before.

He hands me a helmet and a hoodie. I take the helmet and look questioningly at the jumper.

"It gets cold from the wind." He says, explaining the hoodie.

I put on the hoodie and the helmet and sit on the back of the bike. I wrap my arms around Jax's abdomen, which is firm and warm. He pulls my arms around more so I am holding on tighter. I lay my head on his back and enjoy the warmth. He starts the bike and I can feel the rumbling through my whole body.

"Ready?" he yells over the noise.

"Yeah." I yell back.

He takes off. The ride is amazing. The wind whips at my face and the scenery flashes past my eyes. It feels faster than a car, and much more exhilarating. I smile to myself and enjoy the ride.

We arrive at the garage. There are two buildings surrounded by a high fence. The first building is the auto garage, but the second, bigger building isn't part of the garage. I read the sign on to of the building. "SONS OF ANARCHY"

He was in a bikie gang. It all made sense now, why Craig told me to stay away from him. The happy feeling suddenly left me and was replaced by fear. There were menacing looking men all around, the sort you don't want to get involved in. I tried to hide the fear as I got off Jax's bike.

"I'll be just a sec. Wait here." He said and ran off to the garage.

I was frozen still. The fear had taken over my body and I tried to hold in the tears. Back in my home town a group of bikies beat up my older brother to near death for a small money debt, so I knew that no good could come from being around bikies.

A group of three men on bikes came through the gate. They parked their bikes between me and the exit. They got off their bikes and looked me up and down, judging me like a group of teenage girls. I gulped, but tried to hide how scared I was. One man, the oldest, with grey hair took off his sunglasses. "Here with Jax?" he asked.

I nodded my head but did not speak. Another man, with long curly hair and a beared scoffed to himself. "I think his girls are getting stupider by the day. This one can't even talk." I held back my tears and still didn't say a word.

The third man, which short brown hair and two scars on either cheek spoke up, "leave her alone, ye fat old bastard" he said with a Scottish accent. They walked off towards the building, which I would assume was the club house joking and teasing each other. The older man turned back to look at me one last time before he went through the door.

Jax finally came back with a small pipe of some sort for my car. "Just ignore them. They don't mean any harm." He said, referring to the men who had just arrived. I got back on his bike without saying a word and we rode back to my house.

"I feel sick. Do you mind if I leave you to it?" I said to Jax. I didn't want to be around him anymore.

"Sure." He said. "I'll just finish up and then head off. You will be able to use your car tomorrow." He smiled sweetly at me.

His sweet smile no longer gave me butterflies; it made me feel sick in the stomach. "Great." I said before leaving him and going back to my apartment.

I laid in bed and let the tears roll down my face. I don't know how I could be so stupid. Bikie gangs are nothing but trouble, and I had let myself open up to a member of one. I should have listened to Craig. I lay in bed thinking over the situation, but I can't help but feel something towards Jax deep down. I try to ignore it and get some sleep. I will sort it out tomorrow.