Hey everyone!Thank you all so much for the wonderful reviews!Keep them up!I had a little time today so I was able to do a quick update. The next one will probably come this weekend. Hope you like this chapter, sorry it's a little sad but theres a reason for it I promise.

Emilia took a deep shuddering breath and braced her hands against the cold porcelain of the bathroom sink. As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, she put on a determined face.

This is you.

She stood up straight, and pushed confidently out of the bathrrom, the roar of the clubhouse hitting her like a freight train. She spotted Hap immediately, his long lean fram stretched out in a chair. She stared pointedly at him until his head turned slowly towards her. As she gazed at him she walked slowly towards the door and slipped out unnoticed by anyone else.

Happy knew what was coming. He could feel her staring a hole in him, and tired not to turn to face her. He knew he couldn't look her in the eye, and remain all self control.

That would be the end of him.

But even as the monster inside his head raged against it, he slowly turned his gaze to her. her eyes bored into him, beckoning to him as if she was drug, and he was the addict.

He tensed in his chair, every muscle screaming in protest his mind telling him not to get up and follow her.

but before he knew it, he was breathing in the warm California air.

He was so fucked.

She backed herself against the wall, the brick cool against her back. He was walking toward sher slowly, slinking through the shadows like a panther. She could see his eyes, and the feral, preadatory glint in them. He drew closer to her, and her heart pounded in her chest. As he came to a stop in front of her, she gazed up at him.

But when she reached for him, he recoiled like she had burned him with her touch. Startled, she quickly drew her arm away, clutching at her wrist.

"Hap-"

"What the hell are you trying to pull?" He was angry now, glowering down at her lip curling

"I just wanted to-"

"I know what the fuck you wanted to do Emilia! Are you out of your goddamn mind?" He grabbed her wrist, hand striking out like a snake and pulled her to him.

"Your hurting-"

"Don't pull that bullshit with me Emilia. I know what this is, and I know what your trying to do. It's never gonna fucking happen, now get that through your thick skull goddamnit." He hissed at her, his face so close to hers she could feel his hot breath on her face. She looked up angrily at him

"Let me go." She growled, yanking her wrist free and backing away from him. His eyes were wild, his breath heavy. She glared at him for another moment.

"Go home Emilia. Now"

She put her hands angrily on her hips

"Make me." He swore loudly and turned away from her, stalking back into the clubhouse. She thought for a moment he was going to rip the door off the hinges.

She shuddered for a moment, before hot tears sprang to her eyelids and she slid down the wall choking on sobs

Juice felt his cell vibrate in his pocket. He pushed the redheaded off his lap and fished it out, flipping it open. it was from Emilia

Outside.

He frowned and stood slowly, gazing around the room to make sure no one was watching him. As he walked to the door, he ran smack into Happy who nearly knocked him over.

"Whao man S-"

But he stopped and took in Happy's heavy breathing, wild eyes, and angry expression

"Hey man..you okay?"

Hap pushed past him, pushing angrily through the crowd and dissapeared from sight. Juice frowned again and hurried outside walking quickly around the clubhouse where he found Emilia in a crumpled heap. Her hair was a mess, and streaks of mascara were running down her cheeks. He sighed and knelt down next to her

"Emilia. What happened?"

She looked up, tear spilling down her cheeks.

"He hates me Juice." She choked out, more tears running down her face. Juice pulled her up and enveloped her in a hug, stroking her back.

"Come on. I'll take you home

Emilia finally spilled the story to Juice after he had calmed her down. he now sat, brow furrowed on their couch.

"Are you gonna say something?"

He opened his mouth, and then closed it.

"Emilia. I know how you feel about Hap. And i sympathize with you, but you had to know this was going to happen. Happy will never take an Old Lady. it's just not him Em. I'm sorry but maybe it's time to realize you have to move on."

She hung her head, and sighed "But I love him Juice."

He extended and arm, allowing her to ease into his side "I know Em. I know. but listen. Your a smart, beautiful girl who's gonna make someone real happy someday. You can be anything you wanna be girl."

She gave him a watery smile, and he could see the dark circles under her eyes.

"Now come on. You look exhausted. bed." He waited while she changed, and threw the blanket over her. He leaned down, kissed her forehead and then pulled away smiling.

"Goodnight Emilia. Get some sleep."

"Goodnight. Oh and Juice?"

He paused in the doorway, hand poised above the light switch, eyebrows raised

"Yeah?"

She glanced down and then looked up, smiling softly

"Thank you"

Hap threw himself angrily on his bed, the springs screeching in protest. What the fuck had just happened?

Did Emilia think this was funny? Fucking with his head? Because it wasn't.

He knew she wasn't playing games with him, but calling it that made it so much easier to blame her. For fuck's sake, she was only 18. Happy may not have been a saint, but he knew it was wrong. He knew all the thoughts, the visions of her interwined with him in between his sheets, nails clawing at his back were wrong. But he couldn't stop it.

He wanted her so bad, it hurt. Everything about her drew him in. it didn't matter that he could lose his patches for it, or that Clay would likely kill him. She had him hooked. Like he was the addict and she was the drug, dangling right in front of him, but he didn't have the goddamn syringe.

He wanted to feel her, breath her, every inch of her memorized in his mind.

He sighed and leaned back, closing his eyes and blowing breath slowly out of his mouth, thinking about her angry expression. He didn't want to hurt her, but it was easier than making amistake that would crush her in the end.

He wanted her. He couldn't have her.

But maybe

Just maybe

Happy didn't care anymore.