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Chapter Three

Everyone piles in and disperses into the different areas of the house, even Leo, how does he even know where to go? My guess is he went straight to look for food, he hasn't had his after school snacks yet. As we have to wait for Stanley to return from whatever meeting he's at with the 'Reapers' (not creepy sound at all), Ivy offered that we hang out at what she referred to as the 'clubhouse', they said it's a house for everyone in 'Malevolent' but they're the only ones that use it regularly.

I wander into what I think is the living room, I'm not too sure as it's just a big empty room with a corner sofa in the middle and a TV facing it. They need some decorating in this place. I plop myself onto the grey couch and find that it's strangely comfortable. I'm sat opposite Axel who's stuck on his phone with his legs sprawled along the cushions. With his fucking shoes on! What type of animal is he? Are we at the point where I can tell him to take his shoes off? it's not like it's a personal question... but I guess it is his house.

"What's he like?" Axel pops his head up at my question, his brown eyes  fill with confusion when I don't elaborate. "Stanley, what's he like?" he switches his phone off and readjusts his position on the sofa, and thank god, he swings his legs down so his shoes are now on the carpet. "Is he a dick? Nice? Scary?" the way people have spoken or acted, when he isn't even there kind of scares me. Why does he hold so much power? Why can't he be one of those grandpas that are round and jolly?

"I guess I'd describe him as intimidating, but I've seen him around his friends and they're always laughing away. But I don't see the scary side of him that often, I'm usually just running the numbers, so I don't see him much" ah he's the 'treasurer' he must deal with all their money and numbers. But what money? This is another thing I'm confused about; these guys have these fancy bikes and this pretty big house. But it's just an MC they shouldn't really make any money...

"You aren't close with him then?"

"Well I can't say I have much in common with a sixty year old man"

"Then how did you get involved in all this biker stuff?" he looks like a golden boy to me; his eyes are a soft brown almost the exact same shade as his skin. His hair has little gold strays hidden in the brown wave, most likely from the summer sun, and he's only just shorter than Leo. I just wouldn't expect him to be in a biker gang if I saw him out and about.

"Harley. I met him at school and he saw when I needed it most so he introduced me to Pres"

"Boys! and Piper!" Harley comes charging into the living room, interrupting my questions and overpowering the quiet tone Axel and I were settled in. Quickly after, everyone else makes their way to the living room and crowd around the sofa that we have jumped up from.

"Thank you for not calling me a boy" Piper says as she joins the huddle.

"Does that make me a boy?" Ivy adds as she leans on her arms against the back of the sofa.

"Do you have to ask?" Noah pokes at her, causing a hard punch to the shoulder making him squeal like a little kid. Everyone else just ignores them, like they had earlier, and Harley continues to throw out commands.

"Cause you're not coming Ive, some guys are causing trouble down by that old building site near the square. We've been asked to deal with it before north side get pissed at us about it again" without a question, they all run off and find the jackets they had all thrown across the house when they came in. But Ivy stays put, glaring at Harley

"Why do I have to go too?" Noah whines before trudging after them to find his jacket. He turns back to me with half his arm folded into the leather struggling to get it on. "Take my place goldilocks?" I just gape back at him, unsure if he's serious or not. Harley whacking him round the back of the head answers my question.