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A few days had passed since their so-called "encounter." Addalyn had tried persistently to forget about Juice's "drive-by". She had an enjoyable time with Scott, she always did, and normally she would be looking forward to the next time she would see him but this time was different. Her mind was flooded with thoughts as to why Juice had ridden by the house, what he was trying to accomplish.
She thought about calling him, asking if everything was alright. She was worried maybe something happened to his family back in New York and that was the purpose of his "visit", but she knew he changed burners like he changed underwear and the last number she had was from months ago. There was no way of knowing and no way of finding out unless she confronted him and that was definitely not going to happen. She was not going to seek him out.
Scott could tell that something had been off with her that night, he kept asking her if everything was alright. He was sweet, he cared about her and she could sense that. He was the smart choice, the kind of guy she was meant to be with. She needed to keep telling herself that. Juice's appearance had made her think about what she was doing, why she was holding out on Scott for him. He had waited eight months to emerge, and even then just kept on going without so much as a nod. Yea, their eyes had met but she could see the hardness in them all the way from the front step. Why should she keep waiting, hoping and praying that he would come around when she had a perfectly good man who wanted to be with her.
She locked the front door behind her and headed to the studio, praying that work would keep her mind off of everything else, even just for a few hours.
Juice still knew her schedule. She was at the studio every night until 9:30 but tonight he knew was her early night, she would be home by 8:15. Juice still knew everything about her. His hacking skills always came in handy.
The replay of seeing her, the man in the car and her smile kept flashing through his brain and anger began to fill him again. He had lost her, he knew she was not his anymore but a part of him still thought of her that way. He thought about giving up, letting her go from his mind once and for all but he knew he couldn't do that. He just wouldn't be able to. He still loved her more than he would ever admit to himself.
flashback~
She snatched the keys out of his hand and ran to the front door. He knew she was excited but didn't know she would be this excited. She was squealing like a school girl as she slid the key into the lock and popped the door open. He watched her from the front step rush into the house and twirl around in the living room.
They had bought their first house together. He was patched in to the club almost a year ago and they were finally moving out of the clubhouse. She hated living there, she always complained about waking up in the morning, going to the kitchen and seeing the puke on the floor or naked crow-eaters strung out on the couch. He had finally saved up enough money for them to have a place of their own, their first place together.
"C'mon babe!" She shouted to him from inside the house somewhere. He stepped into the house and looked around for her, finding her in the biggest of the three bedrooms.
"This is definitely my room, you can have one of the smaller rooms." She looked at him, trying to keep a straight face.
"Oh, you don't want to share with me? Maybe I'll just go back to the clubhouse then." He chuckled as he approached her, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her to him. Her shirt slid up and he caught a glimpse of the small crow with his initials. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, gently at first, while running his thumb along the tattoo. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him even closer to her.
She pulled back a minute and looked into his eyes. He loved looking into her green eyes, he always found comfort in them no matter what he had just done. "Are we going to christen this room already?" She questioned while running her fingers up and down the back of his neck.
He didn't answer her with his words, but he didn't need to. He pushed her against the wall and ran his hands up her sides, pulling her shirt up with them as he went.
end flashback~
He felt his heart sink lower in his chest at the thought. He couldn't just let her waltz right into some other guys arms. Sure, he had waited eight months and she could have been with other guys between then and now, but he needed to apologize to her at the very least. Let her know everything he said that night was a lie.
There was a party at the clubhouse. They were celebrating the patch in of some of the prospects, Big Phil and V-Lin. He knew he would be able to get away without the guys noticing.
He made his way to the bar, he needed a little bit of liquid courage before he did this. He took a seat next to Bobby, who was already indulging in the whiskey.
"It's been a long time, Juicy. Addalyn is gone, you need to move on. The club needs your head clear, focusing on club shit not pussy." The older man tipped back the shot glass and downed it in one gulp before slamming the glass back on the bar.
"I'm fine, man. It's all good." Juice lied, but knew his words were hard to believe when his eyes told a different story.
"She was a great girl, man, but life goes on. You fucked up, it is what it is. You gotta get her out of your head man. There will be plenty of free pussy here tonight. Just relax and enjoy yourself." Bobby looked over at Juice before downing another shot.
Juice just nodded his head in response. He took another swig of his beer and stood up. Bobby had no idea what Juice was going through. Addalyn was not just pussy and he wouldn't be able to relax until he saw her again.
Addalyn locked up the studio doors. She was headed home, alone once again. She hadn't talked to Scott, even though he attempted to call her numerous times. She was sick of doing this dance with him. He was clear with what he wanted and she needed time to decide if she was ready for that. It wasn't fair to him.
Her head was pounding, it had been pretty much since the night Juice had driven by. She was just exhausted mentally and needed a break from everything. Dance was the only thing that made her truly happy these days.
She was so entranced in her thoughts that she didn't notice his bike parked on the curb in front. She was zoned out. She dug around her bag for her keys, not lifting her head until she had found them and was just about to the door. She moved to step up the step and gasped, jumping back and almost falling down. The man she had been thinking about every night on her walk home alone was sitting on the front step of their house.
He looked up at her. Her honey blonde hair just as he remembered it, pulled back into a pony tail. Her bright green eyes shining in the moonlight, they never could be dulled. She had on a pair of black yoga pants and a tight fitting turquoise blue exercise top. She was still as gorgeous as the first day he saw her.
Addalyn struggled to speak. Her nerves at this point were shot. All the thinking about him, wondering what she would say if she ever had the chance to speak to him, came crashing in on her this very moment. She tried to piece words together but nothing would come out. Her brain was malfunctioning.
Juice saw the look of nervousness on her face. "Um… Hi." He mustered out. He hadn't thought this far ahead yet, he had always been stuck on just seeing her again.
She took a step back. "Hi." Her eyes darted from the ground to his face. She wasn't sure what to do here. Invite him in? Tell him to leave? She was at a loss.
It was then that she noticed him, really noticed him. His strong arms resting on his knees as he sat on the step. His t-shirt hugging all the right muscles, just enough so she could see the outlines. He was just as irresistible as she remembered. But she couldn't let herself go there, he had caused too much pain and she had to keep remembering that as she looked at him.
"Look Addie," his nickname for her sparked a jolt in her heart. She hadn't been called that in a long time, he was the only one who ever said it and honestly she missed the way it sounded. "I came by because I needed to see you. To tell you I'm sorry for everything." It was like word vomit pouring out of his mouth. He had so much he wanted to say and didn't know how to say it.
Addalyn listened to him. She didn't know how to respond. As much as she had thought about this moment, she couldn't believe it was actually happening. Her mind flashed to that night.
Flashback~
They stood out on the front lawn yelling like a couple of idiots. Juice had come home from a run and Addalyn was waiting for him on the couch. She made one little comment about him being gone and he went off on her.
"You're an asshole. What is your problem?" Addalyn yelled from the front step. Juice was getting ready to climb on his bike. He was leaving.
"You know what, Addalyn? I don't want you anymore. I'm just not an "old man" kinda guy. You know that what happens on a run stays on a run rule? Well that has applied to every run I've gone on." He lied. He knew it would hurt her. They had discussed that rule when he was patched in. She told him she wouldn't tolerate cheating, stupid rule or not.
Addalyn felt like she had been suckered punched in the stomach. They had been together for 3 years and he was always sweet and caring. Tonight it had changed and she wasn't sure why. She felt the tears well up in her eyes and turned her back on him. Not giving him the satisfaction of seeing her pain. She walked into the house, closed the door behind her and slid down to her knees. Her cries came harder as she heard his bike start up and speed away.
end flashback~
