The New Girl

The Bar

"Here." Carter says, throwing me a helmet.

"Bad boys wear helmets now?" I question.

"Don't be sexist." A girl snaps. "And bad girls" she says with laughter in her tone.

"All I'm saying is the guys round my area never wore helmets." I chuckle.

"I'm Quinn." She smiles.

"Hayley."

"We know." She retorts.

"Everyone knows." Some guy says in a moody tone, climbing on to his bike.

"So what's your name moody pants?"

"Hunter."

"Ooh fancy." I retort.

He climbs off his bike and walks over to me. "Hunter don't." Quinn says.

"You may be the big mouth of Westwood but don't think for a second I won't end you." He groans.

"End me then." I smirk. "I'll even give you a free hit."

"Don't tempt me." Hunter scowls.

"Come on big boy. Trained by a cage fighter so give it your best shot." I smirked proudly.

"Guys we don't have time, school will notice we're gone soon and come for us, especially by the way the music teacher was watching you." Quinn says.

"Hop on." Carter says. I climb on the back of his motorcycle before Carter starts it up. I wrap my arms around his body as the group speed off leaving school behind.

We arrive at a bar with about a hundred motorcycles parked outside. "How cliche." I mutter, stepping off.

"You say something?" Carter asks.

"Nope." I reply, handing him the helmet.

"Try not to feel intimidated." Hunter smirks.

"I'll try my very best." I reply with a confident smile.

"Sarcasm." He scoffs. "I like it but don't get on my bad side with it."

"You mean this is your good side? Still looks pretty bad to me." I laugh, walking past him.

"Chill." I hear Carter say to him which puts a smile on my face, knowing I've pushed Hunter to his limit already.

"You really love to wind people up, don't you?" Quinn asks.

"It's my specialty." I smile.

"Just a heads up, you might want to keep a low profile in here. These guys are pretty dangerous." She advises.

"Thanks but I can handle them." I say.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." She sighs.

"Well if they're that bad I won't be able to talk so you don't need to worry about that." I scoff before walking in.

There's a woman and a man behind the bar, both heavily tattooed, the wood used for the bar, bar stools, tables and chairs are all dark, the lighting is fairly dim and most of the men and women inside have tattoos and piercings, a lot wearing leather jackets too.

Heading over to the bar a dart comes flying a few centimetres in front of my face. "Watch it!" I yell.

"Or what?" A boy who looks about twenty five asks, slamming his drink down and walking over to me.

"She's in trouble already." I hear Quinn say.

"Or I'll shove that dart where the sun doesn't shine." I snap.

He grabs my neck and throws me back against the wall. I draw my knee up and hit him right where a man never likes to be before backhanding him across his left cheek.

Two guys about the same age get up and grab my arms, holding me still as I try to break myself free. "Are you alright Snake?" One of them asks.

"Hold her still." He retorts, standing up and clenching his fists.

"Snake." I laugh. "What a classic name."

"You really don't make things better for yourself do you?" He asks, roughly grabbing my chin as he draws back his right arm.