Hair Dye || punk m.c.

Chapter 4

Violet's POV

I turned around and they were already spread about my living room floor. I chuckled and walked in closing and locking the door behind myself. They were watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians. My jaw dropped. Calum saw my face and laughed,

"What I can't help but to watch the hoe-bags prance around! Luke totally agrees dot you Luke?" Luke just nodded apparently being too engulfed in the "hoe-bags" to give a verbal response.

"Kim your butt is so fucking fake so stop flaunting it like it's real because it ain't!" Calum shouted.

"Heyy don't swear!!" Ashton yelled in response.

"At least I don't swear so loudly at night to where people can hear me through the walls along with moaning and yelling!" Calum fired back. By now Ashton was beat red along with Luke.

"Oooooooh you need some ice for that burn Ash!?" I said doubling over in laughter. Suddenly my door bursts open and I hear a high pitched voice.

"I HAVE ARRIVED!" Matthew Espinosa, one of my close friends screamed.

"Bish what?" I looked over at him as he walked in.

"Do you ever fucking knock?"

"Nope and who are these guys? Are they trying to rape you!?" He grabbed me and pulled me behind him.

"No those 2 on the recliner are gay so the only 1 who would try and rape me would be Calum."

"Does that mean he tried to rape you?"

"No Matt! No one tried to rape me! Sweet Jesus you are so slow!"

"Oh whale then I guess we are all good in here but anyways I just came to tell you that I found your phone outside and this dude named Michael who apparently rides motorcycles has been sending you selfies and pictures of his Harley Davidson which is pretty flacking awesome if you asked me and he also called a couple times."

"Time to change my pass code again," I mumbled as I took my phone away from him and looked at the texts he sent. A couple of them were of a black motorcycle ad the next 1 was a selfie of

"The new him" as he captioned it. Holy dog he has red hair, an eyebrow piercing, and a new tattoo! A lot has happened in the last few hours. I gasped and everyone looked over my shoulder.

"How do you know Michael?" Luke asked.

"He works at a dye store and a salon I go to, how do you know him?"

"We are in a band with him."