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Chapter 3

Christian had settled into Charming life surprisingly well. She was afraid that she'd end up smothering Juice so she got an apartment not too far from the clubhouse in the same building as him; he made a copy of her key of course and frequently dropped by unannounced to eat all of her food. She had met the Queen and Princess of SAMCRO, Gemma and Tara. They both took a liking to her immediately after she decked a croweater who had gotten mouthy with her after she saw Christian on the back of Juice's bike. Thanks to Tara, she had gotten a job at St. Thomas; she had graduated early from NYU with her advanced nursing degree.

One person that still baffled her was Happy. He hadn't said more than a few words to her since that night on the fire escape but every time she was at the clubhouse, she could feel him near. She didn't know what to make of it. At first, she thought it was the whole over protective big brother thing that Juice, Jax and Opie did but his presence felt different. It was daunting yet comforting; strangely enough, she was at ease with him around.

Tonight was Friday so of course there was a party at the clubhouse. Christian was shocked to see how wild SAMCRO parties got but she hung with the best of them, throwing shot after shot back with Tara while they laughed at how ridiculous the croweaters were dressed. Tonight, they had gone with their usual classy biker chic attire. Christian was wearing a white halter dress with black boots and a black leather jacket; Tara was wearing a dark colored top with boot cut jeans and boots as well. They sat by the pool table with Lyla and a few other old ladies.

The boys were being loud and rambunctious as usual. They were beyond drunk and they were forcing two of the new prospects, Blue and Sneaky Sam to go to the ring.

"So how are you liking Charming Chris?" said Lyla, tossing her long blond hair over her shoulder. Christian liked Lyla; she was a bit thrown off by her occupation but once she got to know her, she realized how sweet she was and how much she really cared for Opie who had become something like a big brother to her.

" I like it. I was nervous at first because I didn't know how I'd fit into the life that Juice built for himself here but I'm doing okay, I think."

"Well we are glad you are here. Juice is doing a lot better now that you're here. Plus you make a killer sangria" Tara said as she drained her cup. The girls shared a loud laugh. Out of the corner of her eye, Christian saw Happy watching her from across the room. There was a busty blond croweater wearing close to nothing desperately trying to kiss him on the mouth but he kept rudely pushing her face away so he could keep his eyes on her. Their eyes locked from across the room and she felt that familiar pull of energy again. Tara saw Christian staring off into space and waved her hand in front of her face.

"Earth to Chris. I said did you know that one of the new prospects has a crush on you? I think it's the tall dark haired one, Blue. I heard Juice whining to Jax about it this morning."

"Blue? No he's just really nice. When the guys went on that run to Nevada, Juice made him my personal bodyguard." Christian replied, shrugging Tara's claim off. Lyla and Tara both shared a look before Tara spoke again.

"Well you must've really made an impression on him because he asked Juice if you were dating anyone." Christian nervously choked on her drink. In her short almost nineteen years of life, she had only had one 'boyfriend.' They were fourteen and when the boy realized Christian wouldn't put out, he dumped her. Since then, she had focused on her schoolwork, her jobs and looking after grandma Letty. She thought Blue was very attractive, that was for sure. But she wasn't sure if she would ever date him. Her thoughts were interrupted when Happy and Tig approached the pool table.

"Excuse me ladies" Tig said while Happy eyed her intensely as she tried and failed miserably to avoid his intense gaze. Tara and Lyla noticed this exchange and shot each other curious looks. Christian felt her face getting hot and excused herself; between the alcohol and Happy's overwhelming presence, her skin felt extremely warm and she desperately needed fresh air. Tara and Lyla were hot on her heels as they came to a stop on the playground.

"What was that about? You practically peed yourself when Happy and Tig came over." Lyla said. Christian shook her head and tried to clear the cloudiness from the sangria.

"Its nothing guys honestly"

"I don't believe you." Lyla said, smirking and crossing her arms. "I'm pretty open-minded, I mean I'm a fucking pornstar for crying out loud… but I would be seriously creeped out if you had a thing for Tig."

"Well Tig is a creep so I'm hoping that reaction wasn't for him or else Juice would kill him. Which means you have a thing for…. Happy?" Tara said as Lyla gasped.

"Oh wow that's unexpected. I get it though he's kinda hot in a 'I could kill you in your sleep' kinda way" Lyla said, winking at Christian.

"Who's kinda hot?" Opie said as he and Jax joined them on the playground. The two guys eyed the girls suspiciously.

"Oh just talking about you babe" Lyla gushed before averting her gaze from Opie's suspicious look. The three ladies sat in silence, occasionally giggling when they caught each other's gaze.

"You ready to go home babe?" Tara said hoping to distract them from the uncomfortable silence.

"I don't know babe, the party is still going on. The Prince of SAMCRO cant leave his guests unattended" he replied smugly, rubbing a hand on her behind. Tara giggled as he nuzzled her neck.

"Can you guys not jump each other in front of me? And did you really just refer to yourself as the prince of SAMCRO bro? That's corny as hell" Christian said giggling. Tara leaned in, whispering into Jax's ear. He grinned widely and jumped up, wishing everyone good night. He threw Tara over his shoulder and smacked her butt as he jogged to her car as she giggled mischievously. Opie shook his head, chuckling at the two as they sped off the lot on Jax's bike.

"Well, expect another Teller baby in about nine months" he joked.

"We should get going too Ope" said Lyla. "You're not off the hook, we'll finish that conversation soon" she whispered in Christian's ear before Ope gently pulled her towards his bike.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed as she sat there enjoying the breeze of the cool night's air on her skin with her eyes closed before she felt someone else's presence. She opened her eyes and there he was, watching her. She suddenly felt very vulnerable under his gaze; her skin was extremely warm under his gaze.

"Hey" she broke the silence, running her hands nervously down the front of her dress.

"Whatcha doing out here kid?" he asked, sipping on his beer as he took a seat next to her.

"Just enjoying the fresh air. It reeks of old pussy and vomit in there" she replied, leaning back on her hands. She accidentally brushed against his arm before jumping back and clearing her throat.

"Stay away from the prospect." He said after a few moments of silence.

"Excuse me?"

"Don't act stupid girl." He said, his tone a tad bit annoyed but his eyes still clear and dark.

"How'd you know?" she spoke quietly, his raspy voice making her shiver.

"I heard you and the old lady brigade talking. Stay away from him girl." He spoke again, the annoyance much more obvious in his voice.

"So you don't say anything to me for the past month and now you think you can boss me around?" she spoke before thinking. She blushed, the warm feeling in her cheeks returning quickly.

"Watch your mouth kid. I don't take kindly to little girls mouthing off to me" He snapped at her.

"Stop calling me kid asshole. I'm not a fucking kid" she replied, crossing her arms across her chest. She stood up suddenly needing to put some distance between her and Happy. She walked towards the end of the lot; she was surprised to see Happy following her. He pulled her arm, forcing her to turn around. She leaned against a car, crossing her arms yet again and pouting.

"Oh yea? Stop acting like one" he smirked at her as he took another sip of his beer. He kept advancing until he was standing a few inches in front of her. With her heels on, she barely reached his chest but she stared up at him with deviant eyes.

"Fuck you" she said, pushing his chest in another attempt to create some distance. Every time he got close to her, she felt warm.

"I know you want to" he said, smirking. He was so close to her face, she could feel his breath on her cheeks. She reacted without really thinking. She leaned up on her tiptoes and lightly kissed him on the lips. Just as she realized what she was doing and began to back away in embarrassment, he pulled her close, firmly pinning her to the car while he explored her mouth. They broke the kiss as the clubhouse door banged open and a group of very drunk Nomads stumbled out.

Happy stepped back quickly as he brushed a hand over his shaved head; Christian lightly touched her lips, unsure if the kiss really happened. Before she could say anything, Happy turned away and headed back to the clubhouse. What the fuck just happened, she thought to herself.

"Alright, now that we got that out of the way. There's a couple of votes on the table. Time for some new patches, we gotta strengthen the ranks with this Mayan shitstorm brewing." Clay announced as he smoked his cigar. The table was full— even Piney was there.

"Blue and Sneaky Sam. Both have been prospecting for more than a year. They really stepped up when we've had to do runs. I'm biased since I'm their sponsor but I think they'd be great additions to this table" said Jax.

"Gemma's dinner starts in 20 minutes, lets hurry up and vote this shit." Clay spoke again, glancing as his watch. "All those in favor of Sneaky Sam joining SAMCRO?" Ayes echoed around the table.

"Alright how about Blue?"

"Aye" said Jax, Bobby, Chibs, Piney, Opie, Tig, and Clay. Juice and Happy shared as a glance as they were the last two votes.

"Sorry brother" said Juice as he looked Jax in the eye. "I'm a no."

"No" Happy said coldly, chewing on a toothpick. Jax leaned back from the table, confusion on his face as he glanced from Juice to Happy. Clay banged the gavel as all the guys except Jax exited the Chapel and headed to their bikes.

"What the fuck is that about man? I thought Juice liked Blue" said Jax, running a hand through his blond locks. Clay sighed before getting up from his seat. He clasped Jax on the shoulder, smirking at him.

"That was before Blue started rubbing up on his pretty little sister" Clay explained.

"And Hap?" Jax questioned as they headed towards their bikes.

"That one I'm not too sure about. It'll sort out son. Give it some time" Clay said. Jax shrugged his shoulders as they sped of the empty lot to Gemma's house.

Gemma's dinner was a success as usual. Everyone was lounging around the house, bellies full of delicious food and beer. Christian looked around the room and felt at peace. She never imagined that she would be reunited with her brother; she certainly didn't think she'd be so attached to this crazy group of bikers and old ladies. But she was.

"Alright people. You aint gotta go home but you gotta to get the help up outta here" Clay joked, kicking a sleeping Tig off the couch. The group slowly began filing out of the living room. Christian had left her car at her apartment since she rode with Juice to TM and then to Gemma's. She started to get on his bike before he stopped her.

"Not tonight little sister. I have a stop to make" he said with a smirk. She stood with her hand on her hip, glaring at him.

"Seriously Juice? You're leaving me stranded for a chick?" she asked, failing to conceal the annoyance in her voice.

"Not any girl. Jessica from the tattoo shop. She just got her clit pierced and she wants me to check it out, ya know, just to make sure it was done properly" he explained, a cocky grin on his face. He shared a wink with Tig.

"Oh she's fun man. You're gonna love it" Tig said, patting Juice on the back. Christian rolled her eyes. Men, she thought.

"Please don't make me throw up my dinner on Gemma's driveway… Seriously, how the hell am I supposed to get home?" she whined.

"Have the prospect take the lass home" Chibs suggested. Happy's head snapped up at the mention of the prospect. He hated that little asshole. Juice's face also hardened into a scowl at the mention of the prospect. Everyone was shocked when Happy spoke up.

"I'll take ya" Happy said, passing her an extra helmet. The men looked around at each other with confused looks on their faces. As long as he had been a patched member of SAMCRO, Happy Lowman had NEVER let a woman ride with him. The group barely had time to process what happened however as the pair departed from the group.

Christian had her arms circled around Happy's waist, her cheek resting on his cut. She was struggling to focus as her mind was going crazy with her legs pressed into his body. She could feel his toned abs under her hands and had to stop herself from touching them.

Happy couldn't stop himself from smirking. He could feel the tension radiating off her petite body. He came to a stop outside her apartment building and helped her off the bike. She blushed when he offered her his hand so she could balance herself and refused to look him in the eye.

"Umm… thanks" she said, heading for her apartment door. He walked closely behind her, checking out the way her curvy hips swayed when she walked. They reached her door as she turned around, her big brown eyes ablaze.

"I'm…. I'm not having sex with you" she said bravely. He smirked at her before handing her the purse she had put in his saddlebag. She turned a bright red, grabbing the bag as he continued to smirk at her. She accidentally dropped the bag, spilling all the contents on her doorstep. She rushed to put everything back into the bag before standing up and looking Happy in the eye.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" she asked, annoyed by his arrogant demeanor. He grunted in response, before leaning in. He got within a few inches of her face; his smell driving her crazy. It was mix of cigarettes of whiskey. She held her breath and closed her eyes, anticipating the feeling of his lips on hers. She was standing there with her eyes closed for a few seconds before she heard him chuckle. She opened her eyes.

"Make sure you lock the door kid" he whispered in her ear, his voice sending shivers down her spine as he grabbed the knob and opened the door for her. She was so embarrassed that she literally ran inside and shut the door before leaning against it. She couldn't bear to look at the smug look on that assholes face. Happy Lowman, badass SAMCRO assassin, was driving her insane and he was enjoying every minute of it.