Clutching the helmet he handed me, I slid it on and threw my leg over his bike. I wrapped my arms around the gorgeous, blonde-haired, stranger's waist. He nodded to his friend, and we took off.
I had no idea where we were going, or what I was thinking. I didn't know anything about these people. The truth is, I don't care. That scares me. I didn't care what happened to me. I just wanted to feel something; a rush, a little bit of adrenaline, anything. Being scared was good when you haven't felt anything but numb for years.
We pulled up to what seemed to be an automotive repair shop. There were people everywhere, stumbling around. I noticed several more motorcycles lined up. The man, Jax, pulled off to the side of the building and parked. He got off, as did I. I removed the helmet and perched it on the handle bars. Looking around, I noticed Teller-Morrow spelled out on the sign. I assumed it was a business, but it seems more like some frat house.
"Come on, let's go get a drink." Jax said, ripping me out of my thoughts. He reached out his hand, but pulled back when he noticed my hesitance. "I don't bite, darlin' I promise." He smirked. I nodded, and smiled back. I'm already here, I might as well have a good time.
He walked inside with me following. There were strippers everywhere. Or atleast what I assumed were strippers. They sure dressed like them.
I could feel eyes on me from every direction. Jax walked up to a bar in the middle of the room. I began to follow when I was stopped by a olive-skinned man.
"Hey, you're the girl from the funeral, right?" He smiled, genuinely.
"Well, there was plenty of women of there, but yes, you're right. I was one of them."
"Yeah but you stand out. We don't see a lot of new faces around here. So when we do, we remember them. I'm Juice, by the way."
"Nichole," I said, shaking his hand, "I'm Wayne's distant niece. I don't come around often, or at all..I should say. But it was right to see him off." I smiled meekly.
I could feel someone watching me. I glanced to the right of Juice and seen a bulky, white-haired man staring at me. He was also wearing a cut-off. As was the shorter, curly-haired man next to him.
"Can I get you a drink?" Juice asked.
"She's with me," Jax cut in, handing me a glass of what appeared to be whiskey, "sorry buddy." He smiled and half-hugged the man. "Come on." He grabbed my hand and led me to a table.
"It was nice meeting you, Juice." I said, "I'll see you around." I called back to him.
We sat down, and I sipped my drink. Maybe I'll be classy tonight, I thought. I have a reputation of being quite a drinker. He watched me pretend to not like it and smiled. "So, tell me about yourself," he said.
"Well, I'm not from around here." I stated.
He laughed, "obviously."
"What does that mean?" I questioned.
"You're different than these girls," he said, gesturing towards the scandalous women.
I smirked. That's for sure, I thought, as I watched a blonde dancing over the lap of some boozed-up older man. Looking back at him, I said, "I'd love to tell you about myself, but I'd rather you find out on your own."
"Does that mean you wanna see me again?" He asked. I could feel my cheeks flushing. I wish I could blame it on the whiskey, but I had barely had any of it. How does this person I knew nothing about have such an effect on me? I grabbed my drink and chugged it. He looked shocked. "Holding back on me, I take it?"
"I was trying to be more ladylike. I don't want you getting the wrong impression." I said, my lips curling up into a smile. "That would be... dangerous," my eyes lingering on the table before looking up at him. He was staring at me with big baby blues.
"Would it, now?" He questioned, cocking an eyebrow at me. "It just so happens that I love danger." He got up and grabbed a bottle from behind the bar, filling up our glasses. "How about a toast to you, and me. We're young, the night's young. And you're beautiful, darlin'..," I blushed, "cheers, Ms.,..?" He questioned.
"..Dellapenna." I said.
"Cheers, Ms. Nichole Dellapenna." He brought his drink to his mouth and leaned back in his chair, analyzing me. Something about my name in his mouth made me shiver.
"So, what is this place?" I asked, changing the subject.
"It's a repair shop." He said. "My father opened it up with his bestfriend, Clay, also my mother's most recent husband." He laughed. "And these guys.. we're part of a motorcycle club. That's why we wear cut-offs."
"So does that make you Jax Teller, or Jax Morrow?" I asked, remembering the sign out front.
"Teller."
I swigged my drink, feeling the burn on my throat. "Theres something about you, Jax Teller..You're an interesting person. I'm not sure how yet, but you are." I stated.
"Well, I hope you stick around long enough to find out." He said, not sounding completely sincere. I shrugged the uncertainty in his voice away and poured another glass.
A younger, more slender man walked to our table. He was also wearing a leather cut-off, but his said prospect where the other's had a grim reaper. Prospect? I wondered, what is this, some sort of gang?
"Jax, Clay wants everyone at the table," the man said, disregarding me. Jax looked over at the older man with the white hair, a confused expression on his face.
"Give me a minute," He said. The man nodded and joined the others who were heading into a different room. He looked at me, "That was half-nut." I spit my drink back into my glass, stiffling a laugh.
I could feel the alcohol setting in. I tried to compose myself. "I have to go, I'll be back. Don't leave." I nodded. He got up and followed them. I frowned, I didn't want him to leave. What was I supposed to do?
Looking around, I decided to go outside for a smoke. The whiskey didn't agree. I could feel it urging me to sit back down the whole walk outside. I found the nearest picnic table and perched myself on top of it.
I lit my cigarette up, ignoring the obnoxious group of men a few feet away from me. They were wearing regular clothing, not something I would normally consider strange however I did. I guess this is the party spot for everyone in Charming.
"Hey baby, do I know you?" A drunk guy called. I glanced over at him. He was tall, with dark hair and obviously heavily intoxicated. I ignored him. However, that didn't stop him from walking over to me. "I said, do I know you?"
"No." I said, barely showing him any attention.
"Well, I want to." He said, sitting down next to me.
"I'm really not in the mood for talking, sorry." I got up and started to walk in the opposite direction. He followed and grabbed my arm. "Let go of me." I said, yanking myself away. He pulled harder, causing me to drop my cigarette. I watched it fall and as it hit the ground, I connected my fist to his nose. He threw his hands up in pain, freeing my arm.
"Damn it, don't fuck with me. That was my last one!" I yelled, gesturing to the half-smoked cigarette. I felt arms grab me from behind and immediately tried forcing them off but instead I was pulled back.
"Get out of here! Don't ever let me catch you grabbing a woman like that again. Next time, you'll have more than a broken nose." A familiar voice said to the man clutching his bloody face. Ouch, I thought, finally noticing what I had done. The guy who introduced himself earlier as Juice, escorted the man I had hit off the property.
"Is he okay?" I asked Jax, who had released me from his grip. "Are you okay?" He cocked an eyebrow.
"I'm fine."
"You can really throw a punch," he said. "He broke my last smoke." I shrugged, unattached.
He laughed. "Come on, lets go somewhere quiet." He led me back into the club house, a term he had mention on the way there referring to the building we were in earlier. Down a hall way, he stopped at a room and motioned for me to go in. From the doorway, I could see a bed. Was this his room? Was he bringing me here for sex? If I went inside, what actually made me different from those women wandering around the bar room? Do I care? He ran his finger lightly down my spine, stopping at the base of my jeans. No, I didn't care. I turned around to face him, grabbing his hand, I led him in.
His lips crashed onto mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he picked me up, slamming me against the wall. The sudden impact caused me to bite his lip. He growled in pain, setting me on the bed. I lay there, propping myself up on my elbows, watching him as he gently removed his leather jacket before throwing it across the room.