Pulling up to the new house with the sold sign in the yard she parked on the right side of the drive way pulling the right side of the car up next to the curb since she had beaten her dad there. Looking around she could tell it was a good neighborhood. A lot different than back home but nice all the same. The houses were pretty big. Looks like her dad didn't shy away from spending money. After waiting for twenty minutes she picked up her phone and called her dads number.
"Hello?" It was Ashley speaking in a condescending manner.
"Let me talk to my dad" Christine said trying to keep her cool, "I don't have time for your immature games Ashley."
Ashley sighed loudly like she couldn't be bothered with this. While waiting for her dad to pick up she caught movement in her rearview mirror. There were a few guys standing outside next to motorcycles. They weren't crotch rockets like every other guy trying to look cool drove these days. From this far away they looked to be Harley Dyna Wide Glides. At this distance she couldn't tell for sure.
"CHRISTINE!... Hello!" her dad called through the phone.
"Sorry daddy I was zoned out. Where are you I've been sitting here for half an hour?"
"We stopped to get something to eat. I meant to call you and tell you. Ashley was rushing me though. Sorry about that. There should be two sets of keys in the mailbox so just go ahead and let yourself in. We'll be there a little bit later." Christine could hear Ashley complaining about how she wasn't getting her own set of keys.
"Alright daddy" she said with and exasperated sigh.
Throwing her phone down in the passenger seat she reached over opening the glove compartment so she could pop the trunk. Opening her door she got out and stretched her legs. She'd been riding in this car all day and just now noticed how cramped up she'd been. Reaching her arms up to stretch her back she heard whistles from behind her at the house with the motorcycles. Christine knew she wasn't ugly or anything but was this really necessary. Of course her cutoff jeans that were leaning towards the daisy duke side, her shortened Willie Nelson t-shirt that showed her midriff, and her cowboy boots probably weren't helping the cause. But it had been hotter than dangit this morning when they got on the road so she wasn't really worried about it until now. Putting her long light brown hair in a ponytail and clipping her aviators to the V-neck of her t-shirt she decided to ignore her audience that was now leaning on their bikes staring. Christine walked around to the back of her car and started sitting boxes out on the pavement. Well there are just four boxes and two duffle bags in the trunk she thought, I bet I can get this in the house in two or three loads. I'm not really sure if leaving my stuff out here would be the best idea.
"Need some….." Christine screamed quickly spinning around to face behind her, "help….?"
"Don't fucking do that!" she yelled fuming.
"We're sorry we didn't mean to scare you. We just figured that you might need some help. I'm Jax, this is Opie, and that's Juice."
The boy who had spoken was about four inches taller than Christine with blonde hair under his ball cap that reached a tad lower than his chin. He had a goatee thing going on and he was actually really cute. But his blue grey eyes were beautiful and that stupid grin he couldn't wipe off his face was really sexy. The taller guy he pointed to named Opie had long light brown hair and a beard with brown green eyes. Then the shortest of the three that was Juice had a dark brown Mohawk with two what looked like tribal tattoos going down his head on either side. He had chocolate brown eyes and a baby face. Not only were they all three inked up but they also decked out in leather cuts and jackets. Do they not know that its hot out here she thought?
"Well, my names Christine and I'm moving in right there" she said pointing over her shoulder at the new house, "I guess I could use the help. Just grab these boxes and these duffle bags and I'll get the rest out of the backseat."
She was still watching them unsure if she should trust them. Lord knows she knew that you can't trust everybody; she had learned that all too well. Opie and Juice grabbed everything from the trunk with ease. Walking back over to her door she pushed her seat forward and started to grab the stuff. She could feel Jax watching her. She looked over her shoulder and sure enough he was staring.
"Yeah like staring at my ass is being real productive."
He immediately averted his eyes and laughed but she turned around and shoved her military size duffel into his stomach. Ha! she thought. Laugh at that. He grabbed it and just looked at her like he couldn't believe she'd just hit him with it.
"You got a problem cowboy? I thought you said you were gonna help or are you just all hat and no cattle?"
She didn't wait to see what his reply was but she threw the other leftover duffel over her shoulder and grabbed the last three boxes in the backseat. She couldn't see unless she peaked her head around the side. The boys were sitting their boxes down to come help her until she stopped them.
"I'm not a pansy I can carry some boxes. There's supposed to be two sets of keys in the mailbox. If you could open the door it would be greatly appreciated."
Jax having less to carry than the other two reached into the mailbox grabbing the keys and opening the door. Her dad had told her that her room was gonna be the room on the very right down the hallway to the right.
"Y'all just follow me. Oh and do y'all think it's okay that my doors are unlocked out there?" she asked leading them into her room. "Shit. Its huge in here."
The three guys laughed behind her making her mad before sitting the boxes in the floor up against the wall.
"You don't have to worry about anybody stealing over here. Trust us on that" Juice said.
"Okay so keys please" she said sticking her hand out to Jax. He dropped them in there and she walked back out towards the front of the house. She heard them following behind her and she got that distinct feeling that they were staring again. "And if y'all could kindly stop staring at my ass it would greatly appreciated."
After the boys had walked on out she closed the door behind her and locked it. When they got back down the driveway to the car Jax walked around the car inspecting it while the other two walked back to their driveway and went in the house.
"This your boyfriends car or something?"
"No" she replied getting upset. What is it with boys thinking girls don't drive anything that doesn't look like a Barbie car? "It's my car and yes I bought it with my own hard earned money before you can so rudely ask." She was really glaring at him now.
"Sorry, just assumed. Haven't ever seen a girl out here driving a car like this in this good of shape. Mind if I look under the hood?" he asked looking at her hopefully.
"Yeah sure. Is that a Harley Dyna you're riding on?" she asked her curiosity getting the best of her, while walking around to pop the hood of the car.
He looked taken back by her knowing anything about motorcycles. "Yeah it is, how did you know?"
"Well from over here I wasn't real sure but I figure it is since I spotted the big-twin engines and the frame. Although I'm just guessing because like I said I am pretty far away."
She walked back to the front of the car and lifted the hood. Turning on the flashlight she had grabbed from inside the car. The sun was staring to go down and it was getting hard to see. When she turned it on and caught the look on his face she laughed out loud.
"What is that look for?"
"Never met a girl who knew about bikes before other than my mom. Even she doesn't know that much about them. Do you ride?"
"Nope, never been on one but I helped my grandpa rebuild more than a few back home. Well, where we used to live anyways."
He was inspecting the engine for a few minutes and then put the hood back down. He leaned back against the grill leaning his weight on his elbows.
"So where are you from anyways? You got a southern accent."
"From the Appalachian Mountains in North Carolina" she said getting uncomfortable. She didn't want anyone asking questions, "But I need to go get something to eat and find some stuff. So thanks for helping with my stuff."
She took her hair down and shook it out so she wouldn't have a crease and then hopped in the driver's seat. Jax was walking back towards his house as she cranked the car and sped out.
