So pretty much this is the story about Jax when he was younger, like 20 or so, I'm not too sure how old he is in the show but I'm guessing he is in he mid-twenties. Half of this is when he is younger and the other is in present day. As of right now I don't plan on having Tara involved but we will see as the plot thickens. I just started watching SOA this season though I have caught up on most of season 1, but if there is anything that I mess up on please tell me. Anyways on with the story! :)

Also I've got pictures of what I think my characters look like, so if you want to go see them just go to my profile. AND I've got a playlist for this story but I'm not sure if the link will work. We'll just have to see.

Oh yeah, and I don't own any of the characters that you don't notice.

Chapter 1: Slow Dance With a Stranger

Jazz sat on her bed with her legs criss-crossed as she hunched over her Pre-Cal homework. She chewed on her pencil absent mindedly while trying to figure out how to finish the equation. Math was her worst subject; it always had been, even though she thought she took the best notes in that class it never seemed to help when she was back in her room. Just as she had remember how to do the problem the door to the room slammed opened making Jazz jump up startled from the loud bang of the door hitting the wall. She should be use to it by now though, her best friend since sophomore year always had to make an entrance, even into her own room.

Jazz looked up at her friend who was still standing in the entrance of the doorway. The girl still had her uniform on from the school day and she had a very evil smirk on her face, and Jazz knew exactly what that smirk meant.

"Ohmygosh, who did you just bang?!" Jazz asked with interest pushing her homework to the other side of her twin sized bed. "Was it Jace?"

"No bitch, I didn't fuck anyone! God I'm not that big of a slut!...Though, I do wish I would've fucked him." Tally said, her smirk breaking into a smile. Jace was the captain of the varsity soccer team and incredible hot, the girls had been ogling over him for the past week, and Jazz had been counting off the days till Tally landed him in bed. "I found us a party to go to."

Tally watched as Jazz's face turned from emotionless to excite. She knew that a party always made her excited. Ever since she had arrived sophomore year she had watched Jessica "Jazz" Roberts change from a timid quite girl to the sarcastic party girl she was now. Though Tally knew that the quite girl inside of Jazz would always be there, the one that like to go out on a Friday night was more dominate when Tally was around. She still remembered the first time she took Jazz to a party.

It was the first night of Spring Break and Tally had dragged her to a party in the middle of no where. The poor girl had taken one too many shots that night, trying to calm her nerves of being around so many cute boys and of the barely there clothes she was wearing, the night resulted in Tally holding Jazz's hair as she threw her insides into a toilet. From that night on Jazz steered clear of Vodka and stuck strictly to beer. It was only special occasion that she fell into the horrible smelling hands of hard liquor.

Tally looked over at Jazz who was stripping off her t-shirt and shorts standing only in her bra and underwear. The two girls had seen each other more than once naked because they lived in the same dorm room and it was rare for them to knock before entering.

Tally walked over to the small brown dresser on her side of the room and pulled out her make-up bag and took it into their bathroom. It consisted only of a small white vanity and toilet.

"What should I wear?" Jazz asked as she stood in front of their overstuffed closet. Between the two girls they could clean out any clothing store with in an hour and still have enough energy to run a marathon. On one half of the closet it was filled with their different uniform outfits for school and the other filled to the brim with "street clothes", as her school liked to call them. Unfortunately for the two of them they never could wear the same clothes. Tally was tall and stood at 5'10 and weighed about 130. Her legs took up most to her body, which was perfect for her when she played soccer because it helped her reach from one side of the field to another in only a few seconds. Jazz on the other hand was only 5'5 and weighed 115, and she hated it. She had been dancing her whole life and it was always strongly recommended that she keep off the extra weight. This of course meant that she had no breast; she was barely even a B cup.

After a couple more minutes of pondering what she was going to wear, she finally decided on a pair of destroyed dark blue skinny jeans, a white tank with a large purple colored scarf that she wrapped around her neck twice, and her favorite pair of black heels. Her hair was already curled from the morning so she just teased and hair sprayed it to give it more volume. She then proceeded to make her way to the bathroom and pushed Tally out so she could do her make-up. Tally just gave her a rude look and stuck her tongue out, luckily she was already done. Their school only aloud them to wear very little to no make-up so Jazz usually only wore base during the school day. She applied a few coats of mascara to her top and bottom lashes, then put on a light purple eye shadow on the outside of her eyelids and gray on the inside, at the very end she applied a small amount of blush to the apples of her cheek and some lip gloss. After making sure she looked good Jazz finally put all of her earrings in her ear; one on each side, on her cartilage, and finally a small diamond stud in her nose.

Jazz looked over at Tally who was slipping on her knee high suede heeled boots. She had on cut off shorts and a tight black vest, you could she her red lace bra sticking out the top, and on the left side of her body you could see her tattoo peeking out from under the vest. The tribal tattoo took most of her left side of her body; it started from under her arm and wrapped its self all the way to the end of her butt.

She definitely thought her friend was pretty, she was a mix of white, African-American, and Mexican and she had long thick black hair that went to the middle of her back with green eyes, and tan skin. Tally never had to wear much make-up, just a little mascara and lip gloss and she was good to go.

Jazz looked over at the clock and saw that it was almost 9 so she knew that whatever party they were going to it had just started.

"Lets get out of here girl." Tally said smirking at her friend as she slipped out of the window. They were lucky enough to get a dorm room on the first floor so this made sneaking out very easy. The girls had yet to have gotten caught and they were very thankful for that. Both Jazz and Tally knew that half of the St. Paul's Catholic School was trying to get out of the hell hole as well. As they crossed the parking lot to Tally's car Jazz wished that she would've brought her jacket. The one thing about California nights was that they could get pretty chilly.

The girls climbed into Tally's black Ford F-150 and quickly speed off the school grounds. Jazz turned the stereo up full blast as they listened to 3OH!3. Tally had been driving for about 20 minutes when Jazz finally turned the music down enough so that she could talk to her friend.

"So where exactly are we going?" Jazz questioned. She hadn't really thought about it when Tally first told her and now it made her quite curious as the where their destination was. Tally just stared at the road ahead of her, acting as though she didn't hear the question. They sat in silence for a few seconds before Jazz repeated her question again.

"Tal. Where are going?" She asked getting slightly frustrated.

At this Tally just turned her head slightly towards Jazz with a smirk plastered onto her lips. Jazz's eyes got wide at the expression on her friends face and she then knew at her Tally was not taking them to some high school party or overrated club.

"Who do you meet this time?" Jazz asked with a sigh. This wasn't the first time that Tally had dragged the two of them to some party in the middle of no where because she had meet some boy while in town. The party usually ended up with Jazz sitting all by here self as Tally went off to some guy's room to get her weekly dose of sex. More then one time Jazz had tried to keep her friend from giving her self up so easily but the girl was so damn stubborn that eventually Jazz just gave up.

"Is he rocker? Oh wait! Maybe he's a cowboy?"

Tally just gave her a side glare and answered Jazz's question. "No. Even better, he's in a MC." She said with a large smile on her face.

This time not only did Jazz's eyes get as large as saucers but her jaw dropped as well. "There is no way that we are going to hang out with a bunch of old white trash wanna be gangsters."

Jazz hadn't minded the other parties that she had been forced to go to because the most of the people there were her age. From what she knew about the Harley driving men was more than half of them had large beer bellies, white beards and could barley even walk up a flight of stairs without nearly passing out.

"Well it's a little too late for that." Tally said as she put the car in park. "Because we are here."

Tally twisted her body and started to search in the back seat of the car. She mumbled a few incoherent words before she found what she was looking for.

"Ah ha!" She said with triumph in her voice as she held up a clear bottle of liquor and two large glass shots. Jazz put her hands up as she shook her head from side to side.

"NO. I'm not putting that vile drink to my mouth." She said determination in her voice.

"Pleaasssseee." Tally pouted. "I really want you to meet my friend, and I know you won't loosen up or have a good time until you get something in your system. Plus he has a lot of cute friends who aren't old."

Jazz just stared at her so called best friend as she thought about taking the shot. The one drink would get her pretty darn to close to drunk. It never took much when it came to hard liquor.

"I'll do of your Pre-Cal homework for the rest of the month."

"Make it two." Jazz said taking the shot glass out of her hand and downed it quickly. Her faced scrunched up as the liquid burned her throat and left a horrible taste in her mouth. "I need a beer." She stated as she slipped out the car. Tally quickly finished her shot with a smile and hurriedly followed her friend.

The room was filled with drunk men, barley dressed women, and booze. Jazz suddenly felt extremely out of place, and was glad that she had taken the shot early. She watched as Tally waved to someone across the room and quickly followed her friend so not to get lost and be left with all the staring men. She made it a point as to not make any eye contact so not to bring any unwanted visitor. Tally walked up to a small table with 3 men around it each holding a beer and sporting the same cut. Jazz was now positive that this was a extremely bad idea.

"Jazz, this is my friend I was telling you about, Jean Carlos Ortiz." Tally said as she placed a seductive hand on his shoulder. Jazz just shook her head at her friend tactics and then went to shake the boy's hand.

"It's nice to meet you Jean." She smiled politely. If there was one thing that her parents had ever taught her, it was manners. She never burped out loud and always excused her self when she did and was never caught dead without a napkin in her lap when she was eating.

"Same, but you can call me Juice." Jazz just smiled sweetly and nodded her head.

"I'm Jax and this is my pal Opie." The blonde said as he held his hand out. "My knuckle head friend forgets his manners sometimes."

When Jazz looked at Jax she realized how good looking he was and she instantly blushed. She hadn't even replied back and already her nerves got the best of her which made her blush even more, it made her very appreciative of the poor lighting in the room. She grabbed his hand quickly noticing how rough his hands were compared to hers and smiled telling him the thing she had said to his friend.

Though Tally knew that Jazz's blush went unnoticed by the boys it was very clear to her that Jazz though Jax was cute. She smiled evilly as she thought up a way to get the two alone.

"Hey, Jucie, baby why don't you show me around this place." She told him with plush lips and a hand on her hip. A lop sided grin appeared on the boy's face as her realized what she was telling him. He quickly jumped out of his chair and grabbed Tally's hand.

"Let me show you the way m'lady." His arm was stretched out as he pointed the way toward a long hallway.

"Be a good girl, Jazzy." Tally smirked as she walked away.

"You know I always am." Jazz said glaring at the back of her best friend. She knew exactly what Tally was trying to do. "God I need a drink." She said as she proceeded to sit down in the now empty seat next to Jax's and finish off Juice's still filled beer.

"Don't worry about her, Juice is a good kid." Opie said as he took a sip of his beer.

"I'm more worried about your friend than mine at the moment." She could feel the work of the beer and liquor mixing together in her system and her nerves slowly melting away, though she made sure not to make eye contact with Jax for she was to afraid of losing her confidence. Making sure that her nerves didn't come back Jazz ordered two shots.

Jax watched as the small girl easily downed two shots. He was more than sure that from those drinks and Juice's beer that she had finished off earlier that she was pretty close to drunk.

He saw a smirk on her face slowly appear as she looked over at him and grabbed his hand pulling him over to the makeshift dance floor. He smiled at his friends as she pulled him onto her, turning around she put her back side to him and rubbed herself on him to the beat. His rough hands grabbed her hips as she swayed back and forth. She dropped down to the floor and came back up, her ass all over him. As the song went on she switched back and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands stayed tightly on her hips as she moved them seductively. He looked down at her as she ran her hands through her hair and down her body; he was quite surprised that she was such a good dancer because she had such an innocent look to her face. She seemed more like the kind of girl who stayed home on a Friday night and read her bible.

He had a feeling that he was over his head when it came to this girl. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about that, but he didn't know if he would be able to keep his hands to himself much longer. The girl looked as though she had never seen the insides of a man's bed, and that was something that Jax never messed with.

Virgins.

He always made it a point to stay away from them. They usually became very emotional and clingy, that was something he did not want or need.

Though he could feel his heart rate go up a little more as she pressed her back side closer to his crotch. His hands dropped lowered on her hips and he brought her closer to him. Right as he thought he wouldn't be able to take it much longer the song ended. Jazz slowly turned around, her breathing labored, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep tantalizing kiss. When she finally pulled away she had a large smirk as she stood on the tips of her toes and brought her lips close to his ear and whispered to him, "We should do this again."

At that she pulled away and walked towards the entrance where her friend was standing with a hand of her hip and a smile plastered on her face. Jax watched as she walked away swinger her small hips as she did so.

Yup he was definitely over his head with this one.