Aren't you guys lucky? :P I enjoy writing this so much I'm updating quicker than i first thought i would! So, here's another update! It's only short, but they will get longer, i promise. - Jade. xo

CHAPTER 4

I woke up in a pool of light, grumbling in frustration having been enjoying a deep sleep. I rolled my head to the side to look at the digital clock on my bedside table to see that it was 10.47AM. This made me grumble again. My evening after the little ordeal at the club hadn't been exciting. A few more drinks, a few more cigarettes and then I was knocked out. Which would explain why I'm so groggy. With a sigh I pushed myself up, sitting in the centre of my double bed. I should probably get ready for the day ahead. And with that, I got up from my bed and dragged myself into the connected bathroom, closing the door quietly behind me. A glance into the mirror confirmed my worries.

A darkening bruise beneath my left eye, a scabby cut on a swollen corner of my lip and an inflamed cut on my right cheek, from that slut bitch. I leant towards the mirror and pulled my lip away from my teeth, hissing a little at the uncomfortable pain that radiated across my poor lower lip. "Son of a bitch." I sighed, lowering my head as I held onto the edge of the counter, taking a deep breath to calm myself down. Remembering the confrontation with Happy was making me feel even worse. I lifted my head and looked at my reflection again before straightening my posture, pulling off my top to throw to the ground. Times like this, I took a moment to look at the ink staining my toned stomach. I loved tattoos; most of mine had a meaning, like a story being told on a canvas of skin. But some of them covered scars which had a whole other story behind them, stories I liked to keep out of mind. So to stop myself from heading into that direction, I continued to undress before stepping into the shower, turning the warm water on. I instantly felt refreshed, like the water was washing away all of last night and other issues I had. If only.

I got out and dressed quickly after that, wanting to get ready and head out to get on with the things I had planned. I took one last look at myself in the long-length mirror to check myself out, and of course, as always I was impressed. I wasn't vain; I just liked the way I looked. The acid-wash jeans clung to my long legs with a few rips in the material exposing some skin. I agreed on a black, long-sleeved top that laced up at the front; similar to what Gemma wore, in fact, I think she may have given me this shirt. I recall her saying 'it'll make your boobs look even better' and it did! It exposed my beloved chest-piece tattoo too, which was something I liked showing off. To finish the ensemble I pulled on my red, zip-up hoodie and slipped my feet into a pair of white canvas shoes before leaving my bedroom.

Clay and Gemma weren't anywhere to be seen so they're probably at the Garage getting work done. After petting her beloved bird through the cage, I grabbed my keys, cash and phone and then left the house, locking the door behind me. It was bright out and pretty warm so I would probably regret dressing the way I had. I clipped my helmet over my flat-ironed hair, straddled the bike, started the engine and shot out of the driveway.

Within a few minutes I had arrived at the Teller-Morrow garage, reversing my bike into formation beside the line of other bikes. That was when I noticed Happy's bike, which made me sigh in frustration. After last night I didn't really want to see him. But if I had to, then so be it. I'd act like my usual bitchy, sober self. Not a vulnerable, weak little drunk bitch. I kicked out the stand and propped my bike up safely before climbing off it and unclipping my silly ass helmet which I hung over the handle. I tucked my thumbs into the belt loops of my low-rise jeans and began my walk towards the building. That was when I saw Tig ordering Prospect to do something which made me grin. I'd hate to be a fucking Prospect!

"Tigger, are you always so bossy?" I teased, making my presence known from behind him. He turned to face me with a shit-eating grin on his lips.

"Always, baby." His voice was seductive, but he passed it off with a laugh and pulled me into his body in a tight embrace that I returned.

"Always the dominant." I spoke into his shoulder with a grin tugging at the corners of the mouth. I heard him laugh as he rested his hands on my hips, pushing me back gently to look down at me.

"You know it, doll." He winked and I laughed. I loved being able to be playful and flirtatious without anything to hold me back. I didn't give a shit if he was old enough to be my dad. He was great! And hot. Who could deny that?!

"Tig, we got church in-." Happy's voice interrupted the moment, but his sentence fell short and I assume it was because he saw me close to Tig with his hands on my exposed hips. I turned my head a little to look over at him, raising my eyebrow a little in a questioning manner before grinning a little as I reached up to press a gentle kiss to Tig's cheek.. a little too close to the corner of his mouth for anybody else's liking.

"Run along before Clay comes lookin' for ya." I laughed, pushing myself away from him, watching as he grinned and shook his head before walking away towards the building, mumbling something to himself. Probably something like 'she'll be the death of me' or something, who gives a fuck?

"Tig.. Really?" Happy grumbled, reminding me that he was there and was the reason for my little tease act with Tig just then. Was this.. Jealousy? Nah, he didn't see me in the same light I saw him in.

"What? I can't have a little fun while I'm around here? Not that it's any of your business, obviously." I looked down at my fingernails, acting as if I could be doing something better than exchanging sarcastic comments with a brother. Of course that wasn't the case; I quite liked being this close to Happy. Stupid fucking little girl crush. Fuck!

"Not with a brother." he responded darkly and I looked up at him again, tilting my head a little in confusion.

"Why not?" I questioned within an instant, demanding an answer, not that he'd give it to me, but still it was worth a shot.

"You don't want a reputation for yourself, do ya?" he smirked a little and without a second thought, the palm of my hand connected with his left cheek with an audible, painful 'slap'.

"Fuck you!" I spat. But the look in his eyes made me instantly regret the action that I had no control over. Instead of hanging around to experience the consequences, I moved past him to continue on my path towards safety. But a firm grasp around my wrist stopped me, whipping me around to face him, making my shoulder click at the awkward tug. "Ouch!" I snapped, struggling against his grip to pull my small wrist out of his strong grasp.

"You like makin' me angry?" he growled, pulling me towards him so that he could get in my face.

"Get the fuck off me, Happy!" I snapped again whilst continuing to worm my way out of his grip. But he wouldn't give. "Happy let go!" I pleaded, this time I sounded a little more distraught and desperate than the previous time. For the second time in only a few hours, my weakness was shining through again. He seemed to hesitate, but he chucked my hand away from him making me stumble a little. Without another word or glance I turned my back on him and made my way over to the garage, shaking my hand a little to try and loosen it up. "Fucking asshole!" I shouted over my shoulder now that there was a distance between us making me confident again. And then I walked into the office and slammed the door behind me.