Thanks for the reviews! You guys are awesome. Happy will come in a bit more later one when Chevy's oc Lana comes into the story. Just to clear the air on how he'll be involved in the story. I do not own anythin in this story, besides Nora, everything else belongs to their rightful owners. Co-written with Chevygirl815.

Chapter 3

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It had been a couple days since she had been to the clubhouse, but it was finally time to show her face again. Walking into the lot, she saw that the boys were plenty busy in the garage, which meant that there wouldn't be much activity in the bar. Which meant she'd probably be in the office helping Gemma today. Making her way toward the office, Juice was coming out of the garage. Both of them froze, not knowing how to greet the other. He looked even more nervous than usual upon seeing her. She was just waiting to see if he broke his habit of brushing off what had happened the last time they had seen each other.

He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but he was cut off as Chibs threw an arm around him, pulling him back into the garage. Looking over his shoulder, he gave her a small shrug of his shoulder. He was trying to tell her that there was nothing he could do. The last thing he wanted was for Chibs to figure out how badly he wanted Nora. He saw the disappointed look on her face before she rolled her eyes and continued on her way to the office. His eyes followed her as she walked, watching as her hair swung back and forth, her curls bouncing as she moved past him.

He jerked back from his thoughts, his eyes finally leaving her body when Chibs swatted him to get his attention. He shot him a look, not knowing why he had hit him. "Don't go there, Juicy boy. You know the rules," he warned him. Juice grumbled, not saying anything as he went back to work. His eyes lifted, looking over at the office. He could just make out the shadow of Nora through the blinds. He chuckled, shaking his head as he grinned thinking about the last party when he had seen her.

Maybe touching her ass hadn't been the smartest move, and kissing her neck had definitely not been the smartest move, but he had seen that she wasn't completely upset with him. She had liked it, and that was encouragement enough for him, no matter what any rule said. Her texting him later that night only proved more that she wasn't completely disgusted by him kissing and touching her. Still, he couldn't really do anything about it, not with all the guys around to bust him. He'd get crap for weeks from them if he did something and she rejected him again. Just because she wasn't mad at him, didn't mean she wanted him. She could flat out reject him in front of the guys and he'd never hear the end of it.

Inside the office, Nora was talking to Gemma while helping her with the invoices. The two got along pretty well after her first year working at the garage. Gemma had gotten use to having her around, and she took care of her. Made sure she kept her grades up, ate when she was supposed to eat, had clean clothes. They even talked about boys. She did more for her than her own mother did, but that was just who Gemma Teller-Morrow was. When Nora got her own house, Gemma was the first one to come over. She helped her clean up, unpack her things, and get some actual food into her kitchen.

"So, anything you want to tell me?" Gemma spoke up.

Nora didn't know what she was talking about, there was nothing to tell. Glancing up at her, she shook her head, shrugging before going back to what she was doing. Raising an eyebrow at her, Gemma clearly knew more than she was telling. "Really? Cause from I heard, one of the boys were all over you Friday night. A certain Puerto Rican we both know and . . . well, get along with," she went on, making it known that she thought something had really happened between her and Juice. The fact that Nora was blushing did not make her doubt her suspicions either. If only she knew Nora wasn't blushing because she had done something with Juice, it was the fact that someone, and now Juice, thought that she had.

Nora didn't know what to tell her. Nothing, that physically happened between them, but something had happened. It wasn't like they kissed or anything, not really anyway, they were still only friends, but she wasn't so sure if they were just friends. Friends didn't touch other friend's asses and kiss their friend's necks while touching them. They certainly don't send texts saying they wish they were in bed with them. But, again, nothing really physical had happened between them, and Juice had yet to talk to her since the party. Just like always, he avoided her and talking about it.

So, no, nothing was going on between her and Juice. She doubted anything would be happening between them any time soon. That wasn't to say she didn't want there to be, she just wasn't going to play dumb and think there would be. "I don't know who your source is, but they're wrong because nothing happened between Juice and me. We're just friends, Gemma, you know that," she told her, only glancing up for a second as she tried to focus on the papers she was working on. She wanted to nip the rumors of her and Juice in the butt before it got out of hand, which she knew it would with the guys around here.

Gemma didn't look like she believed her though. She could usually see right through them all, though the boys were easier than she was. She had called Nora on her crush years ago, and she had taught how to hide it well enough and not be so obvious about it. If she was going to like him, she might as well do it right. "The way that boy stares at you, it's a miracle he hasn't attacked you like a starving animal," she told her, giving her a look to tell her that she wasn't exaggerating in the least of bits. Nora blushed at the memory of how Juice had basically done just that when he started kissing her neck.

The assumption that Juice wanted her only made her blush worse. As much as she wanted to believe her, believe that the kiss had been something more than him being a drunk idiot, she couldn't. Juice was just her friend, and he thought of her as much. He just got flirty when he was drunk, that was it. There was nothing more, nothing less, going on between them. "He's not going to jump me, Gemma. He doesn't even like me much. The only time he ever talks to me, is when he's drunk," she told her. She knew that she might be coming off bitter about that part, but it wasn't like it wasn't true. The only time Juice said anything remotely suggestive, was when he was drinking.

Gemma wasn't convinced though. She knew that there was more to it. She wasn't blind, she saw how Juice stared at Nora. His mouth literally watered just watching her walk around. It didn't take a genius to know where his mind was. She just hoped that Nora was smart enough not to fall for the charm. Being with a Son was hard, she'd know that better than anyone, and Nora might know a bit about it, but she didn't know the whole extent of it. No one knew how it really was until you were a real old lady, and that Nora wasn't.

She was just the bartender.

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Once the craziness at the garage died down, Nora made her way inside to tend to the bar as the guys started going in and out for breaks. After the talk with Gemma, she was a bit nervous whenever Juice came inside for a drink. It wasn't like he was opening his mouth to say anything to her. Usually, he would at least have some kind of conversation with her, but apparently he wasn't even going to do that today. She was down to her last twenty minutes of her shift when he came in again. This time he took a seat at the bar, just staring at her. His hands were rubbing together nervously as he shifted around to get comfortable.

"Can I get you something, Juice?" she asked him.

Her eyebrow raised when he opened and shut his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but thought against it. He opened his mouth to say something else, but thought against it again. He didn't know how to say what he wanted to say without it coming out badly. "Look, I . . . I want to, no . . . um, I just wanted to . . . this isn't coming out right. I'm just gonna, you know, walk back out and pretend I didn't just do that," he finally decided on what to say to her. Running a hand over his Mohawk, he got up from his stool and was halfway to the door within seconds.

Nora just stood there confused, not knowing what just happened. She wasn't sure how to respond to it either. To surprise her more, he came back and sat back in the stool he had just gotten up from. "I think we should fuck," he told her, blurting it out before his mouth could stop him. Well, she hadn't been expecting that. She didn't know what to say now, leaving her just standing there and making him more nervous. "We-we don't have to, you know, but I-I, um, I think we should. You're weirded out now, aren't you? God, I freaked you out. I'm such an idiot, yeah, that's what I am. The guys are always saying I have no filter on my damn mouth, and, you know, I-I don't and . . . and I'm shutting up now," he rambled on before realizing that he was talking way too much.

Juice couldn't tell what she was thinking, which only made him more nervous. He couldn't tell if he had finally scared her off, or if she'd actually go for his idea. He wasn't even sure why he had said it at all, it had just come out. She really needed to say something before his heart jumped out of his chest though. "You, um, you didn't freak me out, Juice," she finally spoke up. He could tell that there was going to be a but though. There was always a but. "But I'm not going to sleep with you," she told him.

And there was the but.

He didn't know if he should be relieved or disappointed. He was a bit of both now that he really thought about it. What was he supposed to say now? He couldn't just walk off, she'd think he only wanted to sleep with her. He did, but he liked talking to her too. It occurred to him while he was working though, that maybe it was sexual frustration that was getting in his way of just being her friend. He wasn't going to beg her to sleep with him though, he wasn't that desperate for a lay. He just had to play it off right. "Right, course you won't. Thanks for the drinks. I'll, um, I'll see you later, Nora," he told her as he edged his way off his stool before taking off out of the clubhouse. She looked after him, confusion crossing her face as she watched him leave. Juice could be so weird sometimes.

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Nora was taking a nice hot shower before it was interrupted by a pounding on her door. She didn't do anything right away, thinking that they'd leave if she didn't come to answer the door, but the pounding had continued. After a few minutes, she gave up on waiting them out and got out of her shower. Wrapping a towel around her, she went to go tell whoever it was to knock it off and leave her alone. "I'm coming! I'm coming! No need to break the damn door down!" she shouted as she hurried to get to her front door. The knocking was starting to get on her nerves now.

She threw open the door, about to give the person a piece of her mind, when Juice fell through the doorway and down onto the floor. Her jaw dropped, now knowing what was going on. One moment she was ready to rip someone a new one, and the next Juice fell through her doorway, bleeding and gasping for breath. "Sorry for-for dropping in, Nore," he tried to joke with her, wincing as he held his side. Something had gone wrong at the meet with the Mayans, and he needed to get out of there. The guys had scattered, and somehow he had ended up at Nora's house banging on her door.

It was probably a mistake to come here, the club was just a bit farther down, but he wasn't sure he could make it that far. It was bad idea to involve her in this, he knew that, but he didn't have anywhere else he could hide out. "Oh, my god, Juice. What the hell happened to you?" she asked him as she helped him up off the floor, shutting the door behind him before helping him over to the couch. She used the towel she had been using for her hair to put pressure to his wound. Lifting up his shirt, she pressed the towel to his side. A groan left his lips, not only was it cold and wet, but it hurt like a bitch.

She knew a little about patching the guys up, but she wasn't anywhere near a nurse. She was use to just stitching up little cuts, but this was something that she wasn't sure she could do. It worried her more, she didn't want Juice to die if she did nothing. "Do you know if the bullet was a through and through?" she asked him. She felt so helpless sitting here. He was in pain, loosing more and more blood by the second. There was nothing she could do, she wasn't a doctor, she wasn't even a nurse.

He groaned, lifting himself up slightly on the couch. He knew he was getting blood all over her place, and he'd be glad to help her bleach everything, but he needed to live through this before he could. "Just-just put your hand un-under me where the wound is and see if you-you c-can find another hole. If you do, it was a throu-through and through. If-if not, you-you'll, um, you'll have to get the b-bullet out," he explained to her. Nora hesitate before nodding. With a grimace, she reached her hand underneath him. Her hand felt warm and sticky from the blood as she felt around.

She felt like a total idiot doing this, but it was for Juice. She'd gladly be a moron if it meant she could help him. Dread filled her body when she didn't feel an exit wound. As if this night couldn't get any worse. "There's no second hole," she told him softly. She knew that meant not she had to get the bullet out of him and stop the bleeding. She should call Tara. Tara was doctor, she could do this. The doc could probably do it with her eyes closed shut if she wanted to. "I-I'll, um, go get some more towels and tweezers. I think I have some vodka stashed here too," she told him, confessing a small secret to him as she got up to go find what she needed if she was going to do this.

He chuckle weakly, his eyes following her. If he wasn't bleeding out on her couch, he might have made a comment about the fact that she basically naked in front of him, the only thing covering her being a now bloody towel. If he wasn't dying, he might have made a joke about her sneaking booze out of the clubhouse. No doubt that was where she got vodka. He doubted anyone else would have sold it to an underage girl. Then again, with how she looked, she probably wouldn't have a problem doing getting it on her own. He could see how nervous she was about doing this, and he felt even more guiltier by the second. He shouldn't have involved her in this, she wasn't prepared for it, she wasn't meant to be in this life and here he was, throwing her right into it. "N-nice ass, Nora," he tried his best to say out to her, giving her the best cocky grin he could manage. She rolled her eyes at him, not giving him a response as she hurried to leave the room.

This was going to be a long night.