Author's Note

I am beyond obsessed with Sons of Anarchy, it's getting to be bad. I just pulled an all nighter to read SOA fanfiction. I started watching over the summer, and got instantly hooked. Like 3 seasons in two days, hooked. To calm my nerves about Jax & Tara and all the bullshit they went through I came up with this..

I'm starting when the couple met in high school and then in their adult lives.

I am in the middle of a Scandal fanfiction, "Something Special" but I needed something else to occupy my time with..

Jax & Tara are huge relationship goals. He cheated on her, they lie, they scheme against one another, and all that bullshit was supposed to tear them apart, but sometimes… when you find the one who makes you feel alive and happy, you never give that up. Unfortunately, Jax & Tara learned that the hard way..

'Oh, God' she thought, if I'm late to school my dad is going to kill me. Literally. He has this vision of a perfect daughter, and being a perfect student goes right along with it. Of all days, on my biggest test day of the year, my alarm batteries decide to run out, which causes me to wake up late. I still have to shower, get dressed, pack my backpack, grab something for breakfast, and pack something for lunch, brush my teeth, all under fifteen minutes. Since my father was always too hung over to drive me to school, I had to resort to taking the bus, as a junior in high school.

Some underclassmen I know have their own cars- and licenses! My dad wouldn't even let me go to the DMV to get mine. Luckily, Charming is a small town, and the most it takes to get anywhere around here, is less than thirty minutes if you're walking.

All of my shirts in my normal routine were dirty, of course the laundry wasn't done! Ugh! Which means I have to drag some hand-me-down out of the back of closet. Finding an acceptable shirt took seven minutes, which means I only had eight minutes to be ready for the bus.

Instead of brushing my teeth, I used mouthwash and some old gum I found. That saved me two minutes.

I found an apple in the fridge, that would have to suffice for breakfast.

I grabbed crackers and a bottle of water for lunch. Just another fabulous perk of your dad being an alcoholic who refuses to send me to school with lunch money.

I slip on my old ballet flats and make it to the bus stop and with two minutes to spare. I had to sit down and catch my breath I was running so fast.

It's only Monday, fuck I hate this!

Luckily there were only seven weeks left of junior year. Each week she was closer to summer.

The bus ride was short, but long enough for her to get lost in Pride & Prejudice, her favorite book. She had read it roughly fifteen times before, but she loved Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth's storyline. Getting lost in early 19th century English romance was her only escape from her harsh reality.

She made it to her locker with a few minutes to spare before homeroom started. She needed those minutes of homeroom to study for important Biology test. Anything less than a ninety-three was unacceptable to her father, disappointing him was at the top of her NO list.

She fumbled with locker, concentrating hard on remembering the combination. Why didn't I write the god damned combination down! Fuck!

The first bell rang, meaning that it was time for students to report to their homeroom. And her locker still wouldn't open it.

"Need some help?" Someone asked.

"Yes, please. I really can't be late today, and I can't remember my combination."

"They go in order, I'm two lockers down from you and mine is 36-8-16, so yours would be 38-10-18. Let me try and open it."

And like magic it worked, "Thank you so much David! Seriously, I owe you! See ya in Biology!" Tara yelled at she sped-walk her way to Mr. Swanson's homeroom class.

Homeroom was a time for students to finish homework, read, relax. Anything but sleeping, they were surprisingly strict on that. I guess the principal felt that if you're going to sleep through homeroom aka study hall, you might as well just skip it. Sleeping meant getting detention. Another thing on Tara's NO list.

Her Biology test was in thirty minutes, and she desperately needed to remember the vocab words Mrs. Hanson handed out to them. The vocab section of the test was fifteen percent of the test. Instead of studying, all Tara could focus on was the ruckus coming from the back of the room.

Paper balls were being through, students sitting on desks, girls gossiping, boys flirting. Including Tara, there were only three people in the room actually trying to study.

"Hey you, Ken Doll! Do you think you could shut up for fifteen minutes? I know you don't care about your grade of the Biology test we have next period, but I do and I can't study with all the yapping you're doing back there. So pipe down. And ladies, get some standards. Failing out of high school shouldn't be in your Turn on list." And with that, Tara turned around and went back to reading.

The whole room fell silent, even the teacher was stunned. He had never seen anyone talk to bad-boy Jax Teller like that. Teachers didn't even speak to him like that.

"And who do you think you are speaking to me like that?" He yelled back.

"Someone who actually plans on graduating. If you're going to continue to mess with my studying just skip this class from now on." Tara yelled back.

Jax was stunned, no one talks to him that way. Especially girls. He had a reputation of being hot-headed and not being afraid to use his fists. Girls usually lusted after him, to see one not follow him around, it dumbfounded Jax.

Not to sound arrogant, but every girl in the school was wishing Jax would ask them on a date. What made this girl so special that she thought she was better than all the rest?

He let the bookworm's comments slide, but tomorrow she would pay.

Luckily, Tuesday morning was better than Monday's. She forced her dad to buy her new batteries for her alarm clock. Tara was awake on time and actually ready for the school bus today.

Thanks to David's help, she could actually open her locker this morning. Something that rarely ever happened.

Tara sighed on her way to homeroom, she knew standing up to the bad-boy Ken doll would mean consequences. But honestly, she could care less. The Biology test grades were posted this morning, and Tara scored a perfect score. She received a 100 on the test, and that now meant her grade in the class was a 98. Her dad would be proud, which meant hopefully no drunken arguments for a few days, until she messed up again.

She was appalled to find Ken doll sitting in her assigned seat.

"You're in my seat Barbie." She said, annoyed at his games.

"Oh, I'm sorry. My friends were so loud that I couldn't concentrate so I decided to come up and sit in the quiet section. Is that alright with you?"

"Why the hell would I care? Just get your ass out of my seat." Tara responded, growing more annoyed with the kid.

The Barbie-look alike moved one seat over, to the vacant desk. He used every annoying habit he could think of, snapping his gum, tapping his pencil, singing songs, clicking his pen, flipping the pages of a textbook. He was trying literally anything to get her attention. He was intrigued by the girl who didn't lust after him.

But, she could play this game better than anyone. Even though she lived here most of her life, for the most part Tara remained invisible. She was quiet and shy, and mainly studied her way through school. Tuning out the world around her was something she excelled at. Not looking up at her textbook all of homeroom, it was if the Ken doll had become invisible.

When the bell rang to dismiss kids to their next class, she couldn't be more relieved. She tuned out the kid pretty well, but desperately needed to get away. He annoyed her so much she wanted to punch him in the face.

Tara packed her bag and was the first one out of the room.

Instead of waiting for his friends, Jax was right behind her.

"So, my name isn't Ken doll. I'm Jax Teller."

"I know who you are. Charming is a small town, in case you haven't noticed."

"So you're not going to tell me yours."

"Like I said, it's a small town. I'm sure you'll figure it out."

And just like that, Jax was even more intrigued.