Elle had never left Juice's mind the entire time he was in the shower, he hated this, he really wished she would pack up and head out and soon. Otherwise, he's going to keep hurting her, and it killed him every time he did.

The look that crossed her face when he jumped back from her was something that would be forever etched into his brain, just like the day she left him was. Except he had been able to push that memory into the back of his head, but now that she was back, it opened all sorts of flood gates.

Juice was lying in his bed, arms behind his head, the smile permanently stuck to his face ever since he got back from the jewelry shop. He had the perfect ring for Elle, and any minute now, she would be here. Today was the day that their lives would change forever.

He heard her footsteps coming down the hall and he sat up and waited on her to come in the door. When she opened the door, his heart sank. She had been crying, her eyes were still bloodshot and her nose red.

"We're over." Those words were barely audible above the sound of his pounding heart. She turned to walk back out the door, but he jumped up and grabbed her arm.

"Just wait, what do you mean we're over? You have to give me a reason, Elle, we've been together for 3 years, you can't just walk out on me." His voice was getting raspy.

"You don't want to even hear it, you can't handle what I have to say." She was crying again.

"No, damn it Elle, you can't fucking do this! You can't say that you don't love me! I know you do! You even got that tattoo for me!" He was yelling back at her, but he couldn't stop, he felt everything falling down around him.

"I don't love you! I have never loved you! I hate this place, I'm better than some biker SLUT, you don't deserve me and I deserve better, your just a piece of trash that your own family didn't want, I need some stability in my life, not you!" she was fighting the tears so hard, but was only sobbing so hard it felt as if her ribs were breaking.

Juice grabbed her arms and made her look at him, "I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't love me, and that all of this was a lie. Tell me, Elle, and I'll let you walk right out that door."

He seen the conflict in her eyes, but at that moment, he didn't comprehend it. She bit her lip and then slowly lifted her head to stare him straight in the eye. She had the coldest look that he had ever seen in her blue eyes, then without even the slightest quiver in her voice she said, "I don't love you. We had a fun ride, but all of this, us, was just something to keep me company. Sorry."

Juice felt his heart shatter, he let go of her arms, and she ran from the room sobbing. The thought to chase her down was evident, but she didn't love him, so it would have been useless. Jax found him a few hours later laying on the bed.

"Dude, where the hell is Elle?"

Juice just looked at him, he felt as if his heart was just going to stop beating, "She's gone, man."

"What do you mean gone? Did you not propose?" Jax walked over and sat down on the foot of the bed. Juice then proceeded to tell him everything that happened.

Jax was completely speechless.

Juice walked downstairs in search of a bottle of water when he spotted her. She was sitting on her motorcycle, she had her head back and was soaking in the sunlight with a small smile on her face. She was absolutely beautiful in every way, he blonde hair falling in waves down her back, the clothes she had on were way too big, but somehow she still managed to look gorgeous in it. He remembered her blue eyes, the way they used to look at him when she would say she loved him.

"I'm in so much fucking shit." He mumbled running a hand over his face as he turned to grab an extra bottle of water and walked outside.

Elle was enjoying the bright sunshine beating down on her face, she was giving her stomach a little bit longer to recover from her hangover before she tried to ride her bike back to Gemma's.

"Hey." Elle about fell off her bike when the voice came from right beside her, never hearing him walk up. She opened her eyes to stare into Juice's brown eyes.

"Uh, I'm just getting ready to leave." She mentally smacked herself in the head.

"Oh, well here, you better wear a helmet." He handed her his helmet then turned to start walking away. As she flipped it over to toss it on her head, she noticed all of the condoms stashed in it.

Feeling an overwhelming anger shoot through her, knowing he probably did this as payback, she hauled the helmet at his head. The helmet ended up whacking him in the back and he turned around speechless, "Here honey, I can't have kids, so I won't need these." She yelled as she tossed the condoms at his feet and shot off on her bike.

Juice just covered his face with his hands and grumbled loudly.

"Bet they're back together in 2 weeks." Bobby said watching the aggravated Juice pick up his helmet off the parking lot.

"You're totally on!" Half Sac grinned.