Days followed after the Kyle issue, then turned into weeks. A lot of boring days filled Harley's timeline since she had shown up. She kept herself occupied with helping the prospect clean around the clubhouse or help Gemma in whatever the woman had needed. Paperwork, groceries, Gemma tried to keep her busy. But it just wasn't cutting it, she was still bored out of her mind.
Throwing on a SAMCRO sweatshirt and some jeans, Harley made her way out of the dorm in which she was still staying in. She had guessed Tig was staying at his own place in the meantime. Opening the dorm door, Half-Sack rushed past towards the bathroom, the boy seeming in a hurry. Then she heard the complaints from Bobby as he stepped around the water flowing outside and over the toilet bowl. Harley walked up behind the men, raising an eye brow. Bobby snapped his pocket knife out from his pocket, dipping the blade into the murky water. The blade weighted down by a dirty, lace thong.
"Who do you think would be flushing panties down the shitter?" Bobby grumbled with a cigarette in between his lips.
"That's weird," Half-Sack looked at the underwear and shook his head.
"Please tell me these are not yours," Bobby let out a light chuckle, turning to Harley.
"God no," Harley disgusted, covering her nose with a hand from the smell.
Turning to leave the mess behind her, she carefully walked around the water that continued to flow down the hall. Harley tossed her hair up into a high bun, kicking open the door leading outside as her hands were busy. The sun was bright compared the dark lit clubhouse, her emerald green eyes taking some time to adjust. Harley walked past Clay and Jax towards the shop office.
"Hey baby, I don't really have anything for you today. Everything is pretty much caught up," Gemma had her legs kicked up on the desk, looking away from the paper to the girl.
"Sounds good to me," Harley nodded, turning around to lean against the wall; watching a large truck come through.
A familiar small brunette hopped out of the passenger seat of the truck. Harley's head dropped as she pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance. Gemma's heart sank, knowing the girl was trouble.
"Is she who I think she is?" Gemma spoke from behind the younger girl.
"She's nobody you need to worry about. I'll deal with it," Harley pushed off the wall, marching towards the tart that showed up on home turf.
Unfortunately, Gemma knew. Judging by Clay's reactions from afar, it confirmed her worries. The tart that rolled in, was a distraction during club business. The sweet butts that came from other charters had to be voted in by the club to come over. Not just randomly show up. Harley was pissed. Cherry was a lot stupider than she led on.
Shoving past Clay and Jax, Harley pushed Cherry back against the front of the truck. Sizing up the tart, Harley was much taller than her. Juice stood, wide eyed at Harley's sudden reaction.
"Are you out of your goddamn mind?!" Her lip drew back in a snarl.
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