Jay was surprised by the sudden intense kiss. He pulled her closer, answering her passion. "So why did I deserve this?" He whispered in her ear.
Faye wrapped her arms around his waist and folded them behind his back. "Because you're the sweetest guy," she whispered back and smiled at him. "If you want to go I can introduce you to my dad tomorrow." Hopefully he wouldn't ask questions, she just wanted to leave - she'd talk to Grace later on the phone.
His hands wandered to her ass, squeezing it. "You think your dad will approve a sweet guy? Have a feeling he'd want me to be bad ass."
. . .
Happy's eyes had found the two. Without noticing, he had clenched his fists while watching them. He wanted the rip off the guy's arms for laying his filthy hands on her ass, he felt all his muscles tense. He turned away his head when dark fantasies crept into his mind of all the ways he could kill that asshole.
. . .
Faye bit her lip as he squeezed her ass. "Well, you can be a bad ass, too, but also sweet. And I think he wouldn't mind if you're nice to me," she laughed softly. She snuggled up to him, her eyes still searching for Happy now and then. She studied the man from the distance. He seemed kinda upset, pissed. She felt the urge to go over and ask him what was bothering him.
"You excuse me for a moment? I promise you that I won't leave your side again for the rest of the night." She looked up at Jay.
"Uh yeah, sure. Everything okay?" Jay asked a bit worried; it felt like she was running around the whole night.
"Honestly? No. But we'll talk later about this, okay? Don't worry... it's not so bad," she sighed. That was definitely a lie, but she didn't want him to leave.
"Okay baby, whatever you want." He winked at her. "I'll go inside to see if I can bond with some of your protective friends."
"Okay, don't get into trouble", she winked and kissed him once again. Faye waited until he was inside, then she walked over to Happy. "What's going on with you?"
Happy shrugged, not knowing what to answer. Like hell that he was going to tell her that she was fucking with his brains. "Nothing. Just like the quiet here."
"Sure, that's why you look like you wanna murder someone." His eyes were still dark and she was pretty sure that he wasn't outside because he enjoyed the silence.
He sighed. She was not stupid; she knew him. "Just don't like the sight of the two of you," he admitted, he just didn't want to tell her more lies.
"Why? That's what you wanted, Hap! You wanted me to find someone else, to forget about you. What's wrong with Jay?" she asked, looking him in the eye. "I wanted you so bad and I still fuckin' love you, but I try my best... and now you don't like it?"
"I can't help it," he grumbled. "You shouldn't care about what I think of 'm anyway."
"But I do care! You told me you'll never feel the same. Did that change? Do you have feelings for me, Happy? And please... please be honest." She almost begged him to be honest, she needed to know.
Happy heaved a deep sigh. "It doesn't matter. Won't lead anywhere anyway."
"It does matter," she whispered. Her stomach cramped at the thought that he could have the same feelings but didn't want to admit it.
"Why?" he asked. "What difference would it make? Clay's never gonna accept it anyway."
"Does that mean that you have feelings?" she asked, but then she shook her head. "Right now it sucks to be his daughter."
"I dunno. Maybe," he muttered. "So yea, it sucks that you're the Pres' kid."
"I-I don't know what to say," she muttered. It was a tough situation, but a smiled formed on her lips anyway. He had feelings, that's all she wanted to hear. Then again she remembered her actual boyfriend.
Suddenly Juice interrupted them, looking at Faye. "If you have time later, I'm in my room. I could really need you right now."
Before Faye could say anything, he rushed way. Happy raised his eyebrows. "Seems like the church girl dumped him."
"They had... a little problem," Faye sighed. "So maybe they really broke up."
It wasn't much later when Grace left the clubhouse, tears running down the girl's cheeks. "Excuse me," she said to Happy and pulled Grace in her arms.
"We - we broke up," she sobbed. "He just... couldn't longer without... You know," she sobbed.
Faye sighed, wrapping her arms tighter around her. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I didn't thought you guys would really break up," she whispered.
Grace swallowed. "He - he was with another girl when I went to his room. I never - I never thought that he would do such a thing. We talked about it so often..."
"Wait, are you serious?!" She took a step back so she could look at Grace. That was something she hadn't expected - not from Juice. "God... I'm really sorry. Why did he cheat on you? Just because of the little argument you had?"
She dropped her eyes. "I guess. She was 'only doing a blowjob' he said, but he was vague about why he wanted someone else to do it instead of me."
"Ugh, he's such an idiot." Just a blow job, sure, that's what all the guys here would say. To be honest, she was mad at Juice. "I know that cheating is one of the worst things and I'm not sure if I could forgive my man if he'd cheat on me, but maybe you two can talk again when you both slept a night about it?"
Grace sighed. "But what's there to talk about? He only wants to continue if I give him everything and I can't do that."
"I don't know, maybe he thinks about that again. But I can understand if you don't want that anymore... really," she caressed her cheek. "Listen to your heart, Grace."
Grace bent her head. "That's... just broken."
It was sad to see Grace like this, she was her only real friend besides Juice. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I don't think there is," she muttered. "I think I should go home. But I don't think I'll ever go back to this place. I'm sorry."
"No, I understand that. But I hope you still want to see me? I don't care where we meet," she gave her a soft smile and hugged her again. "Want me to bring you home?"
"Of course Faye, you're my best friend." She hugged. "I took the car, so I'll just drive home myself."
"Good! I'll call you tomorrow!" she kissed her cheek. "Drive carefully."
Grace kissed her cheek, took a deep breath and walked to the car.
Faye watched her leave, sighing. This evening couldn't get any worse. But maybe it was better to leave too, she would talk tomorrow to Juice, she was too mad now anyway. She went back to Happy. "Thanks for being honest about the feelings, but I think it's better if I leave." What if she'd end up in the same situation as Grace? What if Happy and her really had a chance and he'd cheat on her? It would break her and maybe it was for the best that she was the president's daughter. Faye kissed him briefly, she really wanted to feel those lips on hers once more. With a sad look in her eyes she walked inside to look for Jay.
. . .
Faye spent the night with Jay again, like so often the last time. She had explained everything to him before they went to sleep. That she loved Happy, that she couldn't have kids and that she wanted to leave town. But she also told him that she really liked him and that she wanted a future with him, no matter where they would go. He wasn't mad at her, but he wanted her to stay away from Happy and she had agreed to that. Sure, she would always love that man, but she hadn't told him that. And she had feelings for Jay, even though she didn't love him - but love could grow, right? He wasn't sure if he wanted to leave town and he needed to think about it. When she woke up in his arms she felt pretty comfortable, but Happy's words were still in her head. "Morning," she mumbled, burying her face against his chest.
"Morning, beautiful," Jay said with a sleepy voice, kissing the top of her head. "How did you sleep after this rough day?"
"Pretty good, I'm surprised by myself. But I guess your arms around me helped a lot." Smiling, she looked up at him. "How did you sleep?"
"I always sleep good," he had to admit. Sure, a lot had been said but nothing they couldn't work out. He had faith in them.
"Great," she whispered against his lips before she kissed him gently. "You thought about leaving town with me?" She was a little nervous about that, and she wouldn't force him to leave everything behind just because of her.
Jay looked at her and sighed. "You really want this, Faye? Now? I mean - your two best friends just broke up, you told me... I know you, you will regret leaving now. Let's just see how it goes if we stay here, and if things get worse for you we can always talk about it again, okay?"
"I don't know. I'd feel so bad if I leave now, but do they really need me? Juice has the whole club he can talk to and Grace has Adrian." With a sigh, she sat up and ran a hand through her long red waves. "I'm actually sure that I want to leave but I don't want to leave my family, I think I should give it a chance. But if it doesn't work, you'll come with me, right?" She didn't want to lose him, because when he was around she felt wanted.
"You really think they would talk to Adrian or the club like they'd talk to you?" Jay asked, raising his eyebrows. "I think you underestimate how much you mean to them." He took her hand. "But if you really want to leave, let's see what we can do. I'm not bound to Charming, but we got our jobs here, and I got my house..."
"No, probably not," she muttered. He was right, she knew that very well. Faye squeezed his hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. "It's not that I want you to give up everything, really. Just promise me you stay with me."
"I like you, Faye, I really do. You won't get rid off me so easily." He winked.
"That's what I wanted to hear." She smiled briefly. "So, now be honest. Did you feel comfortable around the club?" This was important for her and she hoped that he wouldn't lie.
"Haven't talked to much people I guess, just some of the girls and your brother. But I enjoyed myself, even when you were barely around." Grinning, he gave her a kiss.
. . .
Happy knew he had to stay away from Faye, especially now there was a chance that she would be happy. She needed to get over him and he knew that wouldn't happen when he was around. The shit with Zobelle was over, everything was quiet and that's why he decided that he would go back to Tacoma for a couple of months. He had gone to the clubhouse to tell Clay and some of the others who were around in person, but he was a Nomad so nobody asked questions. Before he would leave, he however wanted to tell Faye about his plans; leaving without a goodbye would only hurt her. Because he didn't want to say goodbye in public, he sent Faye a text to come to his apartment.
. . .
"Mhm yeah, I saw you talking to the girls," she chuckled softly. "I'm sorry, next time I won't leave your side." With a smile she kissed him back and she was just about to deepen it as she heard her phone buzzing. She let go of the man's lips and checked the message, not sure what to think of it. "I have to go. What about lunch in the cafe at the end of the street? Around 12?" she asked Jay.
"Sounds good! Where do you have to go?"
"Happy texted me." She didn't want to lie, not after she had already told him everything. "Don't worry, I only want you. I guess it's about the club or something."
Jay didn't like it, but he didn't want to forbid her things; she already knew how he thought about them seeing each other. "Good," he said, pecking her lips.
"Please don't be mad, okay? It's one last time," she nodded. "Love you." Now she was the one pecking his lips before she stood up and got dressed.
"I'm not mad. I trust you, Faye. You want to eat something before you go?"
"No, I'm not hungry, but don't wait for me with breakfast." She really wasn't in the mood to eat, like so often, especially in the morning.
"Okay baby, then we'll have a lunch date?" He wrapped his arms around her.
"Definitely!" she closed her eyes for a moment and enjoyed his arms around her body.
"Good." He brushed her cheek. "Now go, beautiful. I love you"
"See you later, I love you too." Faye put on her shoes, grabbed her bag and left the house.
Around fifteen minutes later she parked her car in front of Happy's apartment, got out and rang the bell. She was nervous, especially because she had no idea what he wanted from her.
Happy opened the door and leaned against the door frame with his shoulder. "I'm going to Tacoma," he said without mincing his words. "Wanted to tell you in person before I leave."
Faye stared at him. "W-why are you leaving ? You can't just... leave now," she whispered. His words hit her harder than she thought, but maybe it would be better this way.
"You know why," he answered simply. "You should have a real chance with that kid. Ain't gonna happen when I'm around."
She bit the inside of her cheek, searching for the right words. "It's not fair that you have to leave now just because I don't have my feelings under control. But I guess I can't talk you out of this, right?"
"Ain't about you feelings alone, girl," he admitted. "Don't worry about me. I like Tacoma, miss the guys anyway."
"But... you'll be back one day, right?" Tears jumped into her eyes at the thought that she might never see him again.
"I'm sure it won't take long before they need me again," he said. "Come on, I'm switching charters as long as you know me, I like the freedom of being a Nomad."
"I know... but it's different this time and you know it," she muttered before she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face against his chest. "I'm gonna miss you."
"Ain't different at all," he huffed. "Woulda gone back anyway. Just a lil sooner now."
She took a step back and crossed her arms. He wanted to go back anyway... right. "Okay. I guess that's it then. I won't be around when you are, I promised Jay."
Happy nodded, surprised she had told him. But it was something good, it meant that she really liked the guy. He didn't feel good about it at all, but rationally he could tell himself this was good. "Okay. See you around, Faye." He turned around, even though he knew she wanted to hug or even kiss him. But it was better if they didn't.
"Yeah, maybe..." she muttered where after she stormed towards her car. Her heart was literally broken, but she had many people around her... and maybe she could finally move on.
With a sigh Happy watched her leave from behind the window, peeking along the curtain. He drank in the sight of her one more time; her wavy long, red hair, all those damn perfect curves. Yeah, he would miss her, probably more than he wanted. But this was for the best, he was sure of it. That Jay-guy would make her happy and when she was over him, he would no longer feel attracted to her. Not in a different way than that he felt attractive to every hot chick, at least.
