Hello, guys! Just wanted to tell you all that this is my very first fanfiction and I am so excited for you all to read it. I wanted to play around with what they were like prior to her leaving. If you don't think I am staying true to the characters please let me know, I want them to be how we all love them. I am always open to ideas on fillers so if you have an idea on where you'd like to see them feel free to send me a PM. Also if any betas want to work with that would be lovely! Okay, okay without further ado, How We Came to Be! X Lanie
Tara Knowles stared out the window, this wasn't like her. She hoped that her Dad wouldn't get too angry with her when she showed up home late. Her thoughts went to the small home in Charming, the broken home. The seven years it's been since her mom died haven't been easy. Her Dad found the drinking away the pain was easier. A nine year old version of Tara was lost and had to put the pieces back together herself. Since then she often finds herself taking care of him instead of the other way around. That's what got her in this place to begin with. Tara was supposed to be a straight A student, not some girl that gets stuck in detention.
Her day was already going to be bad; she knew that from the moment she woke up late. She had rushed to get ready not even caring that her plaid shirt didn't fit right or that her hair was too messy. Tara had stumbled into class a few minutes after the bell rang. Giving the teacher an apologetic smile, she made her way to her desk. But of course that wasn't going to be that easy. Ima, the girl who seems to be out to get her, had to put her two cents in as soon as their teacher stepped out for a minute.
"Oh, look at Tara, she's late again. Must have had to be to pick up her drunk daddy from the bar." She remarked, getting most of the class to laugh. Tara choose to ignore her and continued to walk by before Ima pulled her books out of her arms and put them on the floor. "You should be used to cleaning up messes, I'm sure he makes enough of them."
Not knowing what gotten into her, she looked right at Ima and slapped her across the face. Tara grits her teeth to try and contain her anger but can't find it in herself to stop the next few words. "Don't fucking talk about my Dad." Tara looked at the shock and anger flitter through Ima's face before she heard her teacher clear his voice.
"Miss Knowles, I believe you need to go to the principal's office, now." She could hear the sternness in his voice, something that hadn't been directed at her yet. This was going to put a strain on her favorite class. Tara reached for her stuff when she realized that Jackson Teller was already holding it for her. She didn't know much about him, just what everyone else knew; Biker. Giving him a smile in thanks, she turned and walked out of class, ignoring all the looks and chatter of disbelief.
Having the principal know her well enough to know that this wasn't her normal behavior, he decided that Tara only deserved a detention for a couple of days. For that Tara was thankful, her behavior should have gotten her suspended. The rest of the day went like a blur, and now in this position. Looking out the window and wishing that she could just go home. She knew that her Dad wouldn't be home but that was probably the reason she was most excited to go home. Having a few hours, without the slurring of words, and stumbling between rooms would be nice.
Tara was so engrossed in her own thoughts that she didn't notice someone walk in and sit by her. It wasn't until she decided to start reading that she noticed him sitting there. She took in the sight of him, long blonde hair, leather jacket, and beautiful blue eyes. She knew why everyone seemed to find him so attractive but that MC persona wasn't something most people like. He licked his bottom lip and looked up at her, a smile toying on his lips. It was like he was enjoying his own joke. She simply stared back, thinking that she should probably tell him thank you.
"I was impressed, Knowles. Didn't think you had it in you." He teased with the smile still on his face.
With a roll of her eyes, she shrugged and picked up her book. "My Dad is a drunk and everyone knows it. They don't realize that it's my reality, so yes, when people bring up what they shouldn't. I react." Tara opened the book and started reading despite the fact that she was completely aware of the smug look on his face. His opinion on you didn't matter. In fact the only opinion that matters is her late Mothers. Knowing he was still staring, she closed the book and turned to him. "What?"
"I'm just trying to figure you out. From what I've seen this side is new and really hot." He told her a matter of factly. Tara blinked at him a few times and opened her mouth to speak but was only interrupted. "I wasn't expecting your backhand to leave such a mark. I'll say again, I'm impressed."
Tara smiled to herself a little and shrugged. "I don't take well to others speaking of the things they have no idea about. " She paused for a moment before looking down at the book, then her brown eyes meeting blue. "I really left a bruise?" She asked him almost giddy; Tara really has a hatred for that girl.
Jax smiled at her and nodded. "I like a girl that knows how to take care of herself." She forced out a smile because that is all you Tara knew. No one has taken care of her since her mom died. "I need a girl like that someday with the life style I'm going to live." He shrugged and turned to leave you alone. That was it, not another word was spoken until they were released.
Tara picked up her stuff and followed him out of the room. Catching up to him, she wanted to ask him a question. "Why did you get detention, Jackson?"
He turned to her and shrugged not wanting to answer. "I go by Jax." Was all he could say. There was no way he wanted her to know, he had a few choice words with their teacher for only punishing her and not Ima as well.
"I think I like Jackson better." They walked together until they got to the bike. Tara had to walk the short distance to her house like she did every day. She was about to pass him until he grabbed her arm to stop her. "I could give you a lift home?"
Being deathly afraid of riding a motorcycle, Tara shook her head no and kept walking. "I only live a mile away. Thank you though, Jackson." She smiled and gave him a little wave. The entire way home she could hear a Harley in the distance. Once Tara was in the safe confines of her home, she sighed and smiled a little to herself. For the first time she had something to look forward to, all because of Jackson Teller.