Hey guys,
I just wrote this and haven't had time to actually edit or make any changes. I wanted to post it just for the sake of posting. I will definitely come back to fix the next chapters
Once classes had ended and Nora had gathered enough courage to agree to Juice's request she'd found herself sitting on her bed with various books splayed around her as she attempted to study. What should have been easy with the point being to look at the pages, write down the important information and remember it all, had instead turned into her writing a pro's and con's list as to why seeing Juice was a good or bad idea. She hadn't come up with much for the pro's as only the cons screamed at her. The most prominent word that she'd wrote over and over again until the word was etched into the next few pages was simply "Dad." She could already hear his harsh voice lecture her on how idiotic it was that she'd even stayed at the carnival, talked to another MC group and on top of that had invited one MC member to come spend some time with her at her dorm and not somewhere public.
Frustration circulated her system as she played through the whole argument with her father which had her ultimately losing the battle and having to move back home because 'he couldn't trust her'. Shaking the frustration Nora ripped the page out of the notebook, crumbled it into a ball and threw it into the garbage that sat beside the desk. Without moving the books away Nora lied back until her head rest against the stack of pillows and cursed by just how right her Dad could be. Placing both hands across her stomach she looked up towards the ceiling in quiet contemplation about what to do. Her father could say what he wanted to say but in the end she ultimately controlled her life and how it played out. If that meant that she was interested in a guy from another MC why did it matter what everyone else, especially her Father thought.
'Dad wouldn't hesitate to control the situation though…' she pointed out to herself. Her Dad would be capable of taking control of the situation if that meant his sweet darling baby girl was safe, or so that's what he had said time and time again. Nora would always remember the countless times her father would intervene with her life for the sake of being safe. She'd wanted to go to parties, hang out with friends, to live a life like a normal teenage girl would live. Instead she'd spent many weekends at the clubhouse on lockdown because of things that happened, never once had he said what those things were and every time everyone was required to huddle in the warehouse that on the outside looked like any other warehouse while the inside was that of a mansion.
The thought of the clubhouse brought a smile to her face as thoughts of Beau came into mind. That night she'd been sitting at the bar focusing on her homework. It had been a half hour since the guys had left to take care of 'business'; her mother and the other old ladies were in the kitchen, and her sister along with the other group of kids huddled in the theatre room. Usually she'd be right there with them watching bootleg movies that had just hit the theaters. That night though, Nora had opted from sitting for two hours and instead focused on her homework. Ten minutes had gone by with her studying when she heard the front door open and walked in Beau the prospect who resonated confidence and sex appeal as he stood at 5'11 feet tall, broad shouldered with short spiked chestnut brown hair, and a devilish lip ring that hugged against the side of his lower lip and tattoos all across his muscled tanned skin. He looked more like someone from a punk band and not a biker gang. When he'd first come into the club he'd been in his teens and now was finally twenty and yet still a prospect. It hadn't bothered him in the slightest; he'd joined a family that welcomed him with open arms and happy faces. Nora would be lying if she said she hadn't looked at him once or twice in awe and secretly dreamt of having him be her first kiss and much more. Only her best friend knew about these thoughts only because she'd written about him in her dairy. Smart move on her part, she'd always regret writing her most deep inner thoughts for everyone who wanted to read.
When he spotted her sitting at the bar alone he smirked then waved before he began to walk towards her direction "You the only one here?" his cool voice asked as he took the seat next to her. Taking in the hint of cigarette, cologne mixed with leather and cinnamon from the gum he was chewing made her eyes roll with delight.
Trying to act just as cool as he was she ran her hand through the then blonde strands as she smiled coyly "Nah, people are here they're just in the other rooms." She replied with a shrug.
Nodding his head, he bent over the bar to grab a beer and Nora noticed the tattoos that scrolled across his forearm "Cool, well how about I keep you company then?" he stated sitting back on the barstool as he twirled the chair so that his thigh hit hers. That night they'd chat as he attempted to help her with the homework she'd since forgot about it.
From then on he'd made a point to come spend time with her on lockdowns, even though her Father wanted him to work on things around the shop. When their friendship had bloomed it had gotten to the point when there were family gatherings he'd sit next to her and slowly so that no one else saw would grab her hand from under the table as he'd swish back a bottle of beer. This had gone on for weeks until one night during lockdown she'd invited him to take a walk around the compound which he'd happily agreed. The walk though fun had become even more so when he'd kissed her under the dull lit lamp that had the companies name of the auto body shop. It wasn't perfect, but it was with the one guy she'd dreamt of kissing. He was everything - her everything.
Waking up to the sound of her phone ping she groaned and answered with a groggy "Hello?"
There was silence before she heard the familiar voice "I didn't wake you, did I?"
Sitting up with surprise she hadn't expected that Juice would call her even after their texting frenzy hours ago "No, it's all good. What's up?" smiling a little too bright for her own good Nora looked at her alarm clock that sat on the small nightstand by her bed. The clock displayed in a bright orange hue that it was just after midnight. Moving off the bed she rubbed at her sleepy eyes before sitting on her desk chair as she flicked on her laptop.
"Just finished working." He paused and laughed "I was actually hoping you'd be asleep and I could leave a message."
Tucking her feet close to her chest, she laughed "I could always hang up and you could leave a message."
"Yeah, but why listen to a recoding when I could just talk to the real thing." He countered.
"If you think about I could just be a recording." She joked which granted her a laugh from Juice. Smiling as he laughed adorably she did her routine checkups through Facebook where her sister posted a picture of the guys and her sitting at a desk as she proudly told everyone she was working as a receptionist. Her sister looked a lot like her, expect her hair was cut into a wild pixie cut with blue and purple streaked through the blonde strands, her eyes were covered by retro cat eye glasses and her outfit was that of a vintage pinup girl. She'd always been like that and Nora was secretly jealous just how brave her sister was for embracing her style. The guys sitting around her all smiled bright as they proudly displayed thumbs up. She'd missed home from time to time and when she looked at photos such as these the pain of homesickness sunk in.
"If it were I would say I'm extremely impressed you'd think this would be a constant conversation starter for you." He said breaking her thoughts of home and instead made her focus back onto him.
Closing the laptop she spun on the chair to look back at the bed as she laughed softly "I guess you're right. It would be weird to have the same conversation with multiple people. I guess then you must be talking to the real Nora."
"Well thank god." He continued to laugh "So how was the rest of your day?"
Unlike Beau who wasn't much of a talker and instead of a doer hadn't really wanted to know the small little things and even when she'd had her panic attacks he wasn't anywhere to be found. Not that he was at fault for the panic attacks; it was just different to have someone even though a guy friend who still made a point to just call to see how she was. All Nora could think was that Juice was much more different from a typical MC member.
"Yeah not bad, class was uneventful and my evening consisted of studying. Not much excitement on my end." She admitted. Wanting to know what happened with his day she knew he'd just give her a very bleak description followed by a 'you know how work is.' So instead of dwelling even further she just added a "You have a good day?"
There was only the sound of moving through a crowded area then to quiet where only the sound a door being closed until Juice had spoken "Yeah not bad. Did some stuff around the shop, and managed to finish a bike I've been working on for what seems like months."
"You fix bikes?" she asked out loud instead of her head, of course he'd work on bikes. He was in an MC why wouldn't he know how to fix a bike. Feeling like an idiot she raked a hand across her face as she tried to recover from her awkward remark "I mean, that's cool. I'm sure you're extremely happy you finished it up."
He only laughed louder by her attempt at the smooth recovery "Yeah, I fix bikes. It's not that often though, only when they really need someone. I'm more of the computer guru."
"Ah, so if something happens to my laptop you are the guy to come to, hey?" she jokingly said even though she was quite serious. It always paid off to have someone who was familiar with computers and not some random guy at the campus who just wanted a few bucks as he 'fixes' the problem.
"For sure, if you have any problems let me know and I'll come down to check it out." He replied happily.
"Awesome! You have no idea just how much I'll be using you." Closing her eyes she'd wished the words that came out of her mouth didn't sound as dirty as they had and instead of trying to fix the situation she just let it sit with him. Even though she wanted to scrap those words and start fresh.
There was another brief moment of silence as he mulled over her words and instead of laughing it off, he grinned "Yeah? I'll be honest I like the sounds of that. You can use me whenever you want"
The way his husky words formed together made Nora blush feverishly; it wasn't as if he wasn't the first guy to have made a remark such as that, hell she'd heard worse than that. But there was something about the way Juice had said it that made her skin prickle.
"Cool…" was the only word that could escape her lips as she tried to reel herself back in. "So, ugh…" she swallowed the massive lump that began to form in her throat "I should probably get going. It's late and I have class tomorrow morning."
"Oh, right. I completely forgot you had class." His voice went back to the normal happy tone "Have a good sleep and I'm sure I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Sounds great have a good night." She said before ending the call and crawling into bed. Smiling to herself she pushed the books onto the floor and crawled underneath the blankets then fell asleep almost instantly.
Juice on the other hand had remained lying over the blankets still wearing the same clothing he had been that day along with his kutte. He wasn't planning on staying the night at the clubhouse and was planning on going home. When they'd gotten back to the clubhouse the guys went straight to the bar as they cheered to their accomplishments with the evening. They'd invited him to join for the celebration toast but had passed instead wanting to leave a message to Nora just to see how she was and when she answered his lips lifted into a smile which the guys noticed almost immediately. He'd left the room just as they started making 'oohh' sounds. The phone call to Nora even though innocent made him rethink it all. Obviously there was something between them and unlike the other guys he'd let her take the reins and go as fast as she wanted to go.
An almost inaudible knock came to his door just as Juice was standing back up from the bed. He knew the guys were all drinking still; he could hear the hoots and hollers coming from the main room. Confusion hit him as he walked towards the door and opened it to see the new croweater standing there. She was now wearing a short black miniskirt, an overly tight tank top that displayed the bright red bra from underneath and bright red come fuck me pumps.
Sucking in a breath he placed the palm of his hand against the door frame as he eyed her "Ugh, Hey."
"Hey…" her voice was low and needy while she eyed him just as he had her.
"You lost?" he asked remaining stock still in place.
Biting her bottom lip she shook her head slowly "No, I was actually looking for you." Need spilled off her body as she took a step forward so that her foot hit his "you left before I could say welcome back" she continued saying. Raising her hand to run it against his muscled chest Juice took a step back just as she was about to make contact and smiled sweetly.
"That's really nice of you and thanks. It's Trixie, right?" he asked trying to get her mind off of whatever it was she wanted. He knew what she wanted and at any other moment he'd have her on his bed moaning like a banshee.
Her smile faltered slightly when he clarified her name. Tig had remembered the moment she had told him but Juice it had been an all-day thing. He just couldn't remember her name. Shaking the ping of disappointment, she brought back her smile "Yeah, Trixie. Maybe I could help you unwind"
He'd contemplated the offer but shook his head "Sorry, I really should get going." Seeing the way she faltered slightly again he sighed then placed a hand against her shoulder "But I know Tig would love having some company." He ended with a smile as she looked up to his honey brown eyes.
"I guess. Maybe you'll take me up on my offer someday." She nodded but held her smile defiantly as he guided her back towards the group of guys. Another set of hollers exploded when they came into view. Trixie caught him off guard when she'd pressed a kiss against his cheek "Thanks baby." She purred before bouncing towards the pool table where a set of croweaters, Happy and Tig were playing pool.
Shaking his head towards the way Trixie had cuddled up to Tig like she hadn't just tried to get into his own bed. This was typical for croweaters they'd try one person and if that person refused (which was rare) they would just go to another until someone took them to bed. It was like an ongoing competition of who could settle down first or at least that's what it seemed like with the women who were currently onsite.
Taking a seat on the one empty barstool besides Opie, Jax and Bobby he flagged down the prospect from behind the bar for a beer he sat and listened to what they guys were saying. "It looks like the Northern Devils are willing to meet up with us in two weeks. We'll talk about in Church but I think it will be a road trip." Jax mumbled then took a swig of beer.
Opie nodded and Bobby only groaned by the idea of having to leave yet again. When the prospect had handed him the beer the boys turned their attention towards Juice. Opie and Jax grinned then both motioned towards Trixie who was now in full lip lock mode with Tig.
"Looks like your girl already moved on." Jax commented with fake sympathy.
Tilting his head then shrugging Juice extended his lower lip in a mock pout "I really thought she was the one guys."
Opie laughed loud as he cupped Juice's shoulder "There are other fish in the sea, my friend. Other fish in the sea."