❛ And I ain't fucking Juice. ❜

chapter six.

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                   THE FIRST NIGHT OF THE carnival wasn't just one of annoyance and anger for Scarlett, but it was also one of terror and trauma for Oslow's only daughter who had been dragged a mile into the woods before being raped and punched. She managed to be found and is now laying traumatised in a bed at St Thomas'. The carnival is shut temporarily, ensuring the disgusting act isn't forced on anyone else. Luke had come home the next morning to relay the information to his girlfriend and her best friend before he was being dragged back to the Club.

It was an understatement to say that Camille was scared as she went to work that morning, making sure to drag Scarlett along  to ensure neither would be in danger for the day. Scarlett quickly found sanctuary on the sofa in the back corner of Cara Cara and laid across it with her arms folded behind her head as she let herself nod off to sleep while Camille worked her magic in front of the cameras.

As seen as she had struggled to get a good nights sleep the night previous due to her father and the news about Oslow's daughter being missing, Scarlett slept like a baby on the shitty sofa until it became dark out and her best friend had to practically carry her to the truck and then into her bed in the house.

A few days later, Scarlett decided she would set out on finding a job in her shitty hometown. She had already agreed with herself that it wouldn't be anywhere near Samcro, so the only other options were in the main centre of Charming. With phone in one hand and the other tucked in the back pocket of her jeans, she strode down the sidewalk, searching for a shop she would fancy working in.

That is until she notices a nearly naked grown man asleep on some shrubs just near her feet right outside the police station. With a slight grimaced pulled across her face, she kicks his leg harshly, already having recognised the man as Juice. Across his chest, a piece of cardboard is taped to his skin reading; slightly retarded child, please adopt me. While the only items of clothing he has on is a very large adult diaper and his large combat boots.

"Juice," She hisses, nudging him again and his eyes fly open, "What the fuck are you doing?"

He squints against the sun at the woman, his eyes eventually focussing on her face, "Scar—" He mumbles, the dummy taped to his mouth muffling his voice and he reaches up to rip it off, taking a few of his moustache hairs with the duck tape, "Scarlett?"

"The one and only," She rolls her eyes, before pointing up and down his body, "What—"

"What the hell happened to you?" Chief Hale steps beside the dark haired woman, cutting her own question off and asking his own, "You must've really pissed your friends off. Come on. Get outta here."

Scarlett leans forward slightly, holding her hand out towards her old friend and pulling him from the dirt and into a swaying standing position.

"Thank you," Juice grunts, patting her shoulder gratefully, before his eyes flow to Hale, "I'm sorry, Chief. I'm not sure what, uh. . . I gotta go. Um," His hands raise to the cardboard sheet and begin to pry it from his body, ripping away some skin to draw blood on his chest, "Ow. I'm late for my eight o'clock feeding."

In complete confusion, Scarlett stares at the grown ass man with her forehead creased. She folds her arms over her chest and watches as he begins to stumble away, his diaper clinging loosely onto his body as he looks around him in an attempt to remember his location.

"Scarlett Miller, I presume," Hale now snaps his attention to the woman at his side and he studies her toned arm muscles carefully as if she's going to suddenly punch him across his jaw.

She hums, nodding lowly before finally dragging her gaze away from a distorted Juice and to the Chief of Police, "You're correct. I'm not gonna bother asking how you know my name, because I don't think it will be for a good reason."

He chuckles lowly, "Don't worry, I won't bother telling you. What brings you back to town anyway? Funny time of year to be returning, it's no where near the holidays."

"Just back to see old friends," She narrows her eyes at him, noticing as his eyes flick up and down her body, "Look, shouldn't you be  doing your work and trying to get justice for that poor thirteen year old girl in St Thomas' instead of speaking to me."

He clenches his jaw, stepping around her as he speaks, "Just so you're aware, I am the Chief of Police, not one of the bikers you speak to."

"I'm not breaking any laws by telling the truth," She snips, turning on her heel and walking away from the man while feeling his eyes burn into her back before his attention is stolen by another person.

Further up the street, Scarlett sees Juice, who's swaying from one side of the path to the other and she watches as he lowers himself down onto the bottom step of a shop's front. She rolls her eyes, and quickens her pace to reach him before he falls asleep once more.

"Juice," She leans down slightly to put her head in front of his and she waves her hand at him, "You need a ride back to the Club? The truck's just down the street, if you can waddle that far."

"That'd be nice," He nods, pushing himself up and nearly collapsing into her, "It's nice to, you know, see you again."

She smiles gently, curling her arm around his waist to aid him with walking, "Wish I could say the same to you, but you're in an adult diaper."

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           SCARLETT PULLS THE TRUCK into the club before turning it between two vans in a parking space. Juice lifts his head from the window to stare at her, his head shaking as she begins to pull her door open.

"What?" She asks.

"I am not getting out looking like this," He hisses, "Look at how busy it is, Scarlett."

"Well, what do you want me to do about that?" She snarls, "I'm not exactly welcome here at the moment, thanks to your VP."

"Just run inside quickly and get me some spare clothes from my room," He begs, "It's the second one from—"

"The left, yeah, I know," She grumbles in annoyance before pulling open the drivers door and stepping down onto the concrete. She slams the door behind her before making her way towards the main building.

Juice sticks his head out of the passenger side window, "Run! Don't saunter!"

She rolls her eyes, lifting a hand to wave him off as she steps past a few lined up bikes before making it to the door. She nudges it open with her shoulder before moving through and immediately eyes flick her way. Bobby, Tig, Clay and Jax are stood around the bar and their ongoing conversation is paused as she enters.

"Don't mind me," She mutters.

"What you doing here?" Jax questions, not even attempting to make his tone seem friendly.

"Just here to get some clothes from Juice's room," She answers, smiling sarcastically at him as she walks around the group and down the hallway. 

She hears Jax's familiar footsteps behind her but she continues onwards until she eventually reaches Juice's small room and she pushes her way inside. The blonde man is quick to follow after her in confusion, a panic of jealousy running through his mind. He has no right to be jealous, or even feel anything when it comes to the woman in front of him, but he can't help it.

She pulls open drawers, trying to fill the awkward silence between them with random sounds as she grabs a shirt and some cargos. Jax watches her in silence, his brows furrowing further when she picks up some underwear.

"What the hell are you getting him clothes for?" He finally questions, his mind trying to ignore the most obvious answer. They hooked up and Juice doesn't have clean clothes. It a stupid reason, but it's the only one that makes sense for the pair to be together so early in the day.

"He really wouldn't like me telling you," She answers, moving towards the door again but he slides in front of her smoothly, "Move, Jackson."

"Juice and I are good friends, so don't worry. You can tell me," He pulls a fake warming smile onto his face, and one roll of her eyes quickly wipes it away. He can't pretend to be someone he's not near her. They're able to see right through each other.

"Ask him yourself when he gets here soon," She says, "I know what you're thinking, and you couldn't be more wrong."

"What am I thinking?" He raises his brows, "That you're already fucking my friends like a whore?"

Scarlett can't stop herself from full on laughing in his face, "Is calling me a whore your top insult, or something? Or is it that you don't actually hate me and that's the weakest thing you can muster without hurting your own feelings towards me?" She scoffs, "Admit it, Jax. You have no reason to dislike me."

"I could same the same to you about me," He counters.

"You just called me a whore," She states, licking her lips in disbelief, "You're making my list longer each time we speak," She nudges him gently out of her way before she yanks the door open with her arms full of Juice's clothes, "And I ain't fucking Juice."

She hurries out of the room and back down the hallway, presuming that Juice is thinking she has forgotten about him and he's going to have to get out in his adult diaper.

As she passes Clay, she sends the older man a smirk, "Tell your wife I hope old age is treating her well. Oh, and it's a pleasure to see that lovely aging face of yours again, Clay," Then she disappears out of the door, leaving Chibs, Tig and Bobby to chuckle at their close friend.

It was no secret Scarlett hated Gemma, but Clay also came under the hate bracket by association. The pair of them together were something Scarlett never saw coming, but when it happened it disgusted her more than slightly.

Scarlett's shoes hit the ground as she jogs back towards the truck, finally being able to throw open the door and chuck the pile of clothes to the half naked man in the passenger seat before she slides in her own chair next to him.

"Where the hell were you?" He groans, sliding his t-shirt over his head.

"Got caught up, sorry," She apologises, turning away instantly when he begins to shimmy off his adult diaper, "Please don't smear shit all over the truck, it's Cami's."

"I didn't shit in the diaper," He grumbles in annoyance, struggling to slide into his underwear.

She snorts, "You sure? 'Cause you were very drunk, and usually—"

"I didn't, okay?" He hisses at her, and when she hears the zip of his cargos she turns back to him again, "Look, I left my bike somewhere in town, so could you possibly give me a ride back there after this Club meeting?"

Scarlett groans, dropping her head back against the rest, "Does that entail me waiting here for you?"

"Yeah," He answers awkwardly, "It'll be, like, ten minutes at most. You can get a beer or go for a smoke or something. Just I am not walking across Charming to my bike."

"Fine, lazy ass. But if you aren't the first Son to leave that door as soon as the meeting is done, I'm leaving you here," She informs him, and he stares at her, waiting for a genuine answer, "Okay. Yeah. Yes. I'll wait for you."

"Thank you," He rushes before catapulting himself out of the door and rushing into the Club, where the rest of the Sons are in the board room waiting.

Jax shifts in his seat when Juice barrels inside, breathless from his short run before he slides down into the chair beside the slightly aggravated blonde.

"Nice of you to join us, Juicey," Clay mutters, raising his brows at the younger man, making his annoyance known.

"Sorry, sorry," Juice apologises relentlessly, "I was— uh, I was busy."

At his poor excuse, Jax's jaw ticks and his nostrils flare slightly as he bites back asking the man beside him why Scarlett was sent to get him clothes. He'll get the truth out of one of them eventually, but as of right now they have bigger deals to focus on.

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