"You up for a movie?" Jug asked raising his eyebrow. Sweet Pea eyed him shrugging. And putting his beer to his lips and chugging the rest.
"You asking me on a date Jones?" Sweet Pea laughed playfully.
"Depends, you put out?" Jug smirked cockily. Sweet Pea punched his arm narrowing his eyes before rolling them. Jughead looked over his shoulder feeling eyes on him and his gaze connected with Effie who was standing with a group of girls at the pool tables all laughing and drinking, she smiled at him, turning her back to him, a pool stick in her hand as she sexily leaned over the table and sunk a shot. He looked away the uneasy feeling in his gut twisting again, it was a new feeling for him, and he furrowed his brow realizing it might be guilt.
"Is your face okay Jones?" The voice laughing from the other side of the bar pulled him from his thoughts and looked up seeing Toni in front of him, a rag in her hand as she polished some clean tumblers placing them face down on the shelf behind the bar. She was the Bartender there with Jeremy, and a Serpent, in fact she was the only female serpent they had. The club was old, and it was founded in a different time, some of the old rules coming off distasteful, bordering on racist and sexist. FP and a few leaders before them had worked on dismissing them and getting more inclusive as time went on, and Jughead was glad. They now had T-Dog, the huge bouncer who dwarfed even Jugheads tall frame, who born and raised in south africa, but he had Samoan somewhere in his heritage and had jet black tribal tattoos covering his already dark skin, and now Toni, a girl, who could easily handle herself as well as any other member, they were all pretty proud of how far they had come and it would only keep getting better the more aware every generation became. He knew Mickey, they last original Serpent, had his reservations but he was old, and stuck in that mindset, but he smartly kept his mouth shut on those matters.
"Yeah, we are out for the night, you guys will be good?" He responded nodding to the girl, her pink hair tousled in sexy curls around her thin shoulders, complimenting her caramel colored skin.
"Of course, but I'm not known for being good," She winked walking away and asking a patron on a stool what they were drinking.
"So Boss, we packin' tonight?" Sweet Pea asked his head still turned to Toni watching her walk away.
"Yeah good call," Jug felt on the inside of his jacket realizing he had left his glock upstairs, but shrugged, it wasn't like they were in short supply. He noticed Sweet Pea had still not looked away from the small girl behind the bar so he reached his long fingers in front of the boys face and snapped loudly, getting his attention.
"What.." He raised his hand innocently "I'm just looking, we all know Topaz likes a snakeskin as much as the next guy," Sweet Pea laughed and Jug rolled his eyes, pulling his jacket off the stool and making his way to the back to the security room, where Gears has his headset back on and was clearly playing a game, staring intensely at the screen one hand on the keyboard and one on the mouse. Jug cleared his throat making him jump slightly, exiting the game quickly and scrambling to get back to the cameras.
"I'm fucking with you," Jughead half smiled, which was normally the best he could do. "We just need some heat," he nodded to the cabinet in the back of the room opening it and pulling out one of their 'house guns' as they called them. Seeing as most of the guns in the basement were disassembled and products for sales, they had dubbed the term to keep better track of their own, and it made it easier when they occasionally needed to haul out some product to use, and package it back up, it wasn't a great practice as a business but neither was dying or getting your ass handed to you by another gang. Jug slipped the gun into the inside pocket in his jacket and looked at Sweet pea who just patted his own jacket signaling that he was good. Jug nodded again at Gears and headed out the back door.
The cold night air hit him in a rush, as he pulled his leather jacket on and up over his shoulders the soft, worn leather fitting him like a second skin. He pulled the helmet off the handle of his bike that was lined up with everyone's against the back wall of the Whyte Wyrm. He rode a somewhat outdated Harley, an '08 Fat Bob, to be exact but he had customized it himself with all black parts adding a slightly oversized wheel in the front, and adding a small grey crown etched into the fuel tank, it was his favorite bike that he owned, even though he had several others that he worked on from time to time, but this was his go to, the speed wasn't as fast as some of them, but he loved it still. Fastening his black helmet on he straddled the seat, kicking the stand back, and turning his key in the ignition, pulling the clutch to the handle bar and revving his bike to life, feeling the comfortable rumble of it beneath him, he gave it some gas circling round the dirt lot, Sweet pea close on his tail. The wind whipped around him, the cold chill breaking through his layers of clothes and getting to his skin, he pulled up onto the road slowing slightly to look at the front of the bar for a second before taking off quickly, the pavement disappearing under his wheels, the feeling giving him peace as he comfortably took the turns towards the Drive-in theater at the border of Riverdale. After awhile the blue sign that read Twilight Drive-in came into view, Jug pulled in, rolling his bike to a stop and holding himself up with one foot on the ground, he pulled out his phone, opening a text to Joaquin telling him to share his location, the Drive-in was packed that night and Jug had no idea what car they were in seeing as the impala had also been at the Wyrm, Joaquin texted back just the words Snack bar, Jughead put his phone away, rolling his bike into motion again the engine revving as he gassed it forward maneuvering through cars until he could see the green building off to the side with picnic benches placed in front of it, the lights were low as the movie played on a huge screen to his left, he revved his engine again pulling up to the tables, he spotted the Serpent prospect who waved his hand over his head, his northsider next to him eyes wide, and the blonde ponytail that sat across from them whipped around at the sound of his bike and he rolled slowly up to their table, pulling up right next to her as her head turned and she looked up at him, her eyes impossibly huge, her mouth open seemingly stuck like that, he knew most people were staring as Sweet Pea pulled up next to him, he kicked his stand down cutting the engine he put both feet on the ground, leaning back slightly as he pulled his helmet off and laid it on his handlebars, running his hand through his messy black hair.
"Hey Betts," He smirked, her face still stuck on an odd mixture of shock, and if he wasn't mistaken… Desire.
"Jug," She squeaked out blushing and looking down first then across the table at Kevin trying to silently talk to him. She finally looked back up at him, her blush still bright on her cheeks. "I...I thought you were leaving," She stuttered.
"I am, during business hours, it's still the weekend," He winked leaning forward and swinging his leg over the seat dismounting his bike, "Can I sit?" He asked, and she nodded sliding down the bench a little. He plopped down sliding as close to her as possible, their legs touching under the table. Sweet Pea had gotten off his bike as well and stayed standing eyeing the snack bar.
"I'm gonna grab something to eat, anyone want anything?" He asked shoving his hands in his back pockets.
"I could go for some Redvines, or literally any candy," Joaquin nodded looking to Kevin questioningly, who looked to Betty, who just shrugged, her posture still rigid and Jughead pushed his leg harder against her making her shoot him a look, and he smiled wickedly.
"I'll take a Coke I guess," Kevin finally answered.
"Betty?" Sweet Pea inquired making her pull her gaze from Jughead, and look up at him.
"I'm okay," She smiled sweetly, and Jug studied her features in the low light.
"You still got that flask on your bike?" He asked turning his head to the Serpent, Sweet Pea nodded patting the pouch on the back of his seat. "We'll share a coke," Jug turned his attention back to the girl next to him, who was watching him, their eyes meeting as some unspoken moment started and neither of them could look away, they both seemed to get lost searching each others face, neither one of them smiled or gave any indication of emotion, and an odd sense of rawness swept over him, he took a deep breath willing himself to look away but he couldn't.
"So…." Kevin started breaking them both from whatever spell had been on them, they both broke eye contact at the same moment and looked at him. Jug noted that Sweet Pea had already walked away and had his back turned to them at the snack bar. "How was everyone's day?" They boy eyed everyone at the table pointedly placing his chin in his hands finally landing his gaze on Betty and raising his eyebrow.
"Good, I slept most of it," She blushed smiling half heartedly.
"Same," He looked down at her through the corner of his eye rubbing his leg mindlessly against hers, feeling somewhat at peace being next to her and visibly being able to see that she was safe. After all the shit he had been feeling that day it was nice to have those thoughts quieted for a little bit.
"I still can't believe your mom let you go out after you convinced her that you had food poisoning!" Kevin laughed.
"Food poisoning huh?" Jughead eyed her.
"Yeah, it was the only way she wouldn't ask questions, and actually she thinks I'm at work," Betty half laughed.
"So you're sneaking around, lying, and now hanging out with a rough crowd…. If I didn't know any better I'd say you're turning into a bad little seed," Jughead teased gently pushing his shoulder into her playfully.
"To be fair, I didn't expect you guys to show up," She looked at him sassily, her eyes slightly narrowed.
"Ouch…"Jug put his hand on his chest in mock pain "I can leave…" He challenged.
"No…" She cut him off too quickly looking away embarrassed "I didn't mean it like that," She mumbled. Sweet Pea showed up back at the table, three huge sodas half hazardously wrapped in one arm, a hotdog in his other hand, and a package of Redvines between his teeth. He spit the candy at Joaquin who caught it mid air. He put all the drinks on the table and reached into the leather pouch on his bike and pulling out a black flask handing it to his leader. Jughead went to work, pulling off all the lids, giving the flask a lightning fast flick of his wrist pulling the top off and tipping a generous amount into each cup, fastening back on the the lid and tossing it to Sweet Pea who slid it inconspicuously back into its hiding spot. Jughead put all the lids back on, sliding one across the table to Joaquin, who already had a long red candy between his teeth, and he nodded in thanks, snapping bite off and swallowing it before putting the straw to his lips and took a large sip, choking slightly.
"Shit Jug, you trying to kill us?" He laughed, but went to take another sip, offering it to Kevin who took a much more timid sip. Joaquin threw his arm over the boy, watching him lovingly. Jughead watched their interaction, feeling an odd spike of jealousy at the ease of their relationship, wishing he could pull Betty closer to him the same way. But instead he just took a large sip of the Whiskey and coke in front of him, sliding it along the table until it was in front of her.
"I'm good," She shook her head, "I had a long enough night last night," She said pointedly giving him a look. And he just shrugged taking the cup back and taking another hearty sip, taking it down easily, the familiar burn warming him. She crossed her arms over her chest her hoodie sleeves covering her hands completely, but she still shivered.
"That reminds me, you still have quite a bit of explaining to do, both of you," Kevin watched them, his chin raised and his voice bordering on scolding, making Jug clench his jaw not enjoying his tone and trying to control any anger that might be brewing in him.
"You want my Jacket?" Jughead ignored the boy focusing on Betty, but she just shook her head.
"I already told you Kev.." She sighed tiredly, her gaze not leaving her best friends as she glared at him. He looked back at her seemingly not backing down.
"You did," He nodded, then turned his curious gaze to Jughead, who raised his eyebrows challengingly "But I haven't heard his side of the story…" He chided an amused look playing across his face. Jughead kept his gaze level and watched the boy silently, he pushed his features to be extra cold and intimidating and felt a familiar sense of accomplishment when the boy started to squirm under his stare.
"Oh what the hell," Betty huffed out after watching their exchange and grabbed the cup from Jugheads hands taking a huge sip and coughing, her nose scrunched up in adorable determination as she took another sip wiping her lips with the back of her sleeve, breathing in deeply through her nose. She took another longer, more confident sip and Jugs eyes widened as he watched her, his head tilting to the side. "What?" She snapped, and he held his hands up in mock surrender, taking the cup back from her noting that it was significantly more empty.
"Slow it down, little one," he whispered under his breath leaning his head down closer to her, catching her chin with his finger and making her look up at him, she froze when he touched her, looking into his eyes, her weird attitude melting from her blue eyes for a second before she quickly pulled her head away looking at the screen and pretending to watch the movie.
"So Mr. Jones…" Kevin started in a much more timid tone.
"She probably told you more than I ever will," He answered flatly, not taking his eyes off the back of her head, longing to be alone with her where they could actually talk honestly. "So how his Archie?" He asked the question not directed at anyone in particular. He turned his attention to the boys across from him and Joaquin watched him carefully.
"We were both just worried, rightfully so," Kevin said strongly looking to Joaquin noticing the look on his face and turning his gaze back to Jughead. "But everything seems back to normal right Betty?" He said, pulling her attention back to them, and she nodded slightly. Jughead tensed the air between them all shifting to an odd place, as they all tried not to call out the obvious situation, every person knowing the truth and shifting uncomfortably as silence fell over them. Betty shivered again and Jughead couldn't tell if it was because of the cold or just their current mood, but he decided to ignore her stubborn decline for his jacket and pulled one arm out, grabbing the collar with his free arm and dragging his other one out, draping it over her shoulders, she stilled and looked at him looking like she was going to protest but stopped herself and instead just pulled the leather tighter around her, he smiled softly at her willing her to soften towards him, his eyes silently pleading with her, she gave him a defeated look, pushing her leg secretly against his gently, he took it as a truce offering, his hand instinctively reaching under the table and landing on her knee, rubbing the soft denim of her jeans.
"So everything is good?" He asked looking only at her, taking every ounce of strength he had to make himself as vulnerable as possible. He knew everyone was watching them but they all seemed to disappear as he looked at her, his genuine need to know that she was okay taking over and becoming more important than anything else.
"Yeah Jug, for now it seems like it," She sighed dropping her attitude from early and looking back at him, he watched the shift in her as she became his Betty, and relief flooded through him that his earlier insecurity when Joaquin had told him what happened was wrong. He leaned a little closer to her, his hand itching to touch her face, she didn't immediately pull away which was a good sign. "I still have a week though," She whispered under her breath so only he could hear, the sounds of the movie drowning her out from anyone else. He just nodded, he didn't like it but he knew he had given her that and he wasn't about the start running across the thin ice they were already on. She searched his face, and he knew she was waiting for him to argue or get mad, but he wasn't going to, something in him told him not push her, he didn't want to become a reason that her life was more difficult. He was by nature a possessive person, but somehow her happiness was more important, knowing he could make this easier on her was worth it, and he would be lying to himself if he said he still didn't have his own reservations. There was still a voice in the back of his mind saying to let her go, that she was better off without him, he was notorious for breaking people, especially girls, and he wasn't confident enough in his new found soft side to be sure he could actually be what she needed. His mind flashed back to Effie, who he knew had thought she would work her way into being important to him, the thought made him look up to the star filled night sky feeling oddly sad that he didn't even feel any remorse knowing he probably broke her heart regularly. He could feel Betty's eyes on him, probably having no idea what his real train of thought was. He pulled himself out of his own little world, and looked across the table at Sweet Pea who was happily drinking from his cup and actually watching the movie, completely oblivious to what was going on, Joaquin and Kevin seemed to have retreated into their own conversation as they flirted and laughed with each other taking turns sipping their drink. He pulled his own straw back to his lips taking another sip, knowing there wasn't enough alcohol to make him feel anything, Betty took the cup from him sipping it slowly, and he watched her, she smiled up at him, a real smile, she shifted in her seat pulling her feet up on to the bench, leaning her back into his shoulder and he melted a little bit, feeling somewhat normal, a feeling he hadn't had in a long time. Their friends surrounding them, laughing and happy, and her watching a movie next to him, sipping on snuck in whiskey, and he realized he actually felt like an almost 23 year old kid, he chuckled under his breath not even sure what to do with this new feeling.
Betty shivered again pulling the leather tighter, before changing her plan and dropping her feet on either side of the bench straddling it and leaning forward she started pulling her arms through the sleeves, slipping her hands out and reaching for the zipper, she got about halfway through zipping it up and froze. Jughead watched her, trying to follow her gaze as she stared off into the distance her skin going oddly pale, he scanned the crowd of cars and people looking for Archie, or maybe her mom, or anything that could be scaring her, his demeanor changing quickly to protective, his back straightening, he was about the reach for her shoulder, but before he could she pulled the zipper down impossibly fast, ripping the jack of herself and swinging her legs over the bench, she stood up.
"I have to go to the bathroom," her words were clipped, she tossed the jacket at him and walked away as quickly as her legs would take her, the look on her face was terrified and Jughead scrambled for the reason of her sudden change.
"Betty! Wait!" He called after her, everyone else in their group had turned their heads too. Jughead stood up throwing his cut across the seat of his motorcycle and took off after her, panic filled him, still not understanding what had happened and not wanting her out of his sight if she had seen someone who could potentially be a threat. She had already taken off running towards the bathroom. Maybe she really did have food poisoning, or the whiskey hit her wrong he thought as he kept his eyes trained on her until she rounded the large brick wall that lead into the women's bathroom. Jughead walked briskly his long legs closing the distance quickly, when he reached the bathroom he realized all he could do was wait, so he leaned against the chain link fence a little ways off to the side of the entrance, he focused on rolling up the sleeves of his flannel as he waited, the cold no longer bothering him as he focused on worrying about her, he began getting restless when she didn't come out soon enough, he pushed off the fence standing up right and walking to the entrance, debating on what he should do. Just as he decided he would just go in and find her, she emerged her eyes seemed glossed over, and she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to walk right past him without even making eye contact. His confusion started to give way as his anger took over, his teeth pushed together making his jaw clench, he walked after her grabbing her elbow and spinning her around. "What the hell?" He growled tightening his grip on her as she tried to pull away.
"Let go Jughead," She cried, her eyes completely full of fear.
"No, not until you tell me what the hell is going on!" He could feel himself losing control and he knew his voice was raising to almost a yell, he had to reign it in before it started causing a scene.
"Keep your voice down, people are literally staring," She stepped forward as if reading his mind, "Now let me go." she tried again calmly.
"No," But he did at least loosen his grip so it wasn't painful "Not until you talk to me, and stop trying to walk away," He watched her face soften a little bit but she was still panicked,her nostrils flaring with every breath she pushed out of her nose. She took a step closer, and he finally dropped his hand in good faith that she wouldn't try to run.
"Why do you have a gun?" She whispered her eyes darting around, he assumed she was making sure no one was listening. Realization and annoyance washed over him simultaneously.
"Seriously?" He growled, his patience wearing thin. He took a deep breath running his hand through his hair looking up at the sky and dropping his tired gaze back to her.
"Yes seriously!" She yelled angrily taking him by surprise, "You think that's normal?!" She stepped back from him her eyes narrowed. He still was slightly shocked seeing her get so angry, and he had no idea what to do with it.
"For me, it is," He tried to explain having no real way to and still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was somehow having to defend this.
"You gave me your fucking Jacket! What if I had gotten hurt!" Her voice was still too angry for it to make sense to him, and her eyes were filled with water as if she were about to cry. He racked his brain, trying to figure out a way to diffuse this situation, the last thing he wanted to do was make her cry.
"Betty I…. the safety is on," He tried shaking his head, still feeling his eyebrows knitted in confusion.
"Oh the fucking safety, right!" She yelled sarcastically rolling her eyes, throwing her hand up, and the tears started falling, he searched her face wildly having absolutely no clue how to handle her, and not being used to anyone yelling at him like this.
"Calm down, you're being dramatic," He said the words even as he told himself in his head not to, but it was too late. Her eyes went wide the tears seeming to stop, a whole new level of anger crossing her face.
"Don't tell me to calm down!" Her voice was filled with ferocity, and he couldn't remember the last time anyone had yelled at him like this, at least not someone on his side. His own anger spiked but for some reason he felt a small sense of admiration, and a larger sense of attraction to her right then. He knew it made no sense and was probably the most destructive thought he could have, but it was taking everything in him not to grab her and kiss her. He also felt an odd sense of relief that she clearly couldn't be that afraid of him if she was willing to rip his head of like this for simply carrying a glock, like he almost always did. It was a small handgun for fucks sake, he thought about all the massive military grade weapons they had at the Wyrm and actually laughed out loud. Her eyes narrowed to slits, making him laugh more, he could practically see steam coming out of her ears now. She started to turn away from him.
"Wait Betty… I'm sorry," But now he couldn't stop the chuckles that fell between his words.
"You think this is funny?" She yelled turning back around, walking straight up to him. He froze for a second thinking she was going to slap him and having no idea how he would possibly react to that but it wouldn't be good.
"Hey!" An unfamiliar voice rang out from behind him, making him turn his head to see a random middle aged man start walking over to them "Is everything okay?" He asked his voice obviously trying to be deeper than it actually was.
"Everything is cool," Jug tried to keep his voice level, but he was about two seconds from snapping.
"Is he bothering you?" The guy ignored him and addressed Betty. Big fucking mistake pal. Betty seemed to sense the change in Jughead, and if she wasn't afraid for herself she now obviously was for this random asshole.
"No, no.. I'm sorry, we didn't mean to be so loud," She tried putting her hands up calmly. Jughead kept his eyes on her, mentally counting to 10 and taking calculated breaths.
"Do you need me to call someone?" The guy asked not letting up. Betty watched Jughead on a held breath, her eyes wide, he stared back at her, shaking his head angrily, running his tongue along the front of his teeth, his Jaw clenching over and over again as he balled his hand into a fist.
"Jug…" Betty tried.
"I'm trying Betts…" He snarled.
"Sweetheart?" they guy tried again, reaching his hand up as if he were going to touch her.
"Nope." Was all Jughead could say before he snapped, turning swiftly, his right hand hooking and connecting with the man's jaw, he heard Betty yelp in surprise, the guy stumbled back shocked, but found his footing pretty quickly and angrily looked up rubbing his jaw. A wicked smile fell across Jughead lips as he braced himself to strike again, he knew Betty was watching but he was too far gone, he slammed his fist into the guys face again feeling a bone crunch, and it could have been a nose or a knuckle but he didn't really care. They guy fell to the floor but he was a pretty big guy, not out of shape, so he pulled himself up off the floor quickly running at Jughead and slamming his body into him. By that point Sweet Pea and Joaquin were running over, Kevin running to Betty's side who was yelling at them to stop. They guy got Jughead off his bearing just enough and landed a pretty solid hit on his temple he felt the skin above his eyebrow split, but he fucking loved it, all the tension in his bones going into every movement. Jug swung lower hitting the guy in the ribs and knocking the wind out him, forcing him to his knees. Jughead felt the blood dripping down his temple and grinned stepping towards the guy, but Joaquin ran between them snapping Jughead out of it for a second, he grabbed Jugs shoulder pushing him back, while Sweet Pea helped the guy to his feet trying to diffuse it before someone called the cops.
"Everyone chill... chill out, it's cool, just walk away," Sweet Pea tried gently pushing the guy away, who looked to the ground and spit out blood, Jughead watched lifting his chin cockily and smiling tauntingly.
"Yo, Jug take it down," Joaquin pulled his leaders face towards him, making him break eye contact. Jug looked down slightly at Joaquin who was three or four inches shorter than him, meeting his bright green eyes. "Yeah, breathe, come on, Betty is watching you and she does not look good, you need to calm down," Joaquin spoke in a disturbingly calm voice. But at least it was working, Jughead took a deep breath, cracking his knuckles on both hands and nodding. He turned his head to where Betty stood, tears streaming down her face with Kevin standing next to her clutching her arm.
"Shit," Jughead sighed snapping completely out of it, lifting his hand up pinching the bridge of his nose. He started over to them with Joaquin at his side, Betty hiccuped slightly as she cried and let go of Kevin's arm running to meet Jughead shocking him completely as she wrapped her arms around his torso squeezing him in a tight hug, he didn't know what to do with his hands at first, still startled by her reaction but he quickly wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Kevin and Joaquin stood around them, Sweet Pea was walking back to them seeming to have calmed the guy down who was now walking back over to where the cars were parked.
"Get the fuck out of here you thugs!," the man called over his shoulder trying to get the last word in. "And take your hoe with you," He laughed spitting more blood on the ground. Jughead tensed in Betty's arms, anger rising in his throat again as he opened his mouth to yell back, but Betty pulled away from him distracting him slightly.
"Stop, he isn't worth it," She reached up holding his face in her hands, and keeping his gaze connected to hers, he obeyed still trying to level his breathing and keep his eyes on her.
"Let's Just get the hell out of here," Kevin tried keeping his voice light but you could hear the edge to it, and Jughead suddenly felt a little guilty.
"Jeez, we can't take you anywhere," Sweet Pea laughed, slapping Jughead playfully on the back "Why do you have to go after the biggest fucking guy here," He teased.
"He started it," Jug defended himself rolling his eyes. They all started walking back towards the table and he went to take a step but Betty stayed where she was, so he did too, turning back to her, her face was red and puffy and Jughead felt even more terrible.
"I'm sorry," Was all he could think to say. She nodded, still somewhat in shock.
"What just happened?" she tried, still searching his face.
"I guess sometimes I fly off the handle a little," He shrugged rubbing his hand on the back of his head.
"You're bleeding," was all she said, reaching her hand up to touch it, but he caught it before she could.
"You should see the other guy," He joked trying to lighten the mood a little.
"I did," She shivered, shaking her head as if it would somehow get rid of the image of his bloodied, broken nose. He pulled her hand back down to her side, and tried to soften his face as much as humanly possible.
"Listen, Betts," He started as they began walking back to the snack bar, "I really am sorry, for everything, I shouldn't have hit that guy, but I wasn't lying to you when I said this is a dangerous life, it wasn't an over exaggeration, so I need to be perfectly clear, I'm almost always carrying," He stopped walking and grabbed her making her look at him and making sure she understood.
"Okay," She sighed "I'm sorry I freaked out, that's just not normal in my world," she bit her bottom lip nervously.
"And in mine it is, we have already established we live in two very different worlds, but I would never let you get hurt okay?" He lifted her chin with his finger, wanting to kiss her so badly it was bordering on painful, but he knew it wasn't the place.
"Okay," She nodded, and he felt convinced that she truly understood so he let them keep walking back to the group. Making their way over until all of them were standing around their bikes.