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Chapter 2-
Angel's POV
Angel pulled her supped up black Honda civic into the lot of the SAMCRO club house. It was Friday night and earlier Juice had invited her to the party going on after him, Opie, and Jax crashed the shoot that was happening. She agreed to come after he explained to her what was going on with Ope and Lyla.
She couldn't blame Opie for being upset, but when it came down to it she had to side with her best friend. She knew Lyla had many complications while she was pregnant with Piper, and she knew that getting pregnant right now wouldn't be the best idea.
She had run to Lyla's dressing room as soon as she saw the guys leave and, after hours of consoling her, had convinced her to come tonight too. She couldn't avoid Opie forever, and tonight might be a good chance to make up with him.
As she got out of her car and adjusted her mini wrap dress she glanced around. Seeing Lyla's car parked near the gate she smiled and decided to head inside for a drink. Angel let her hips sway as she strut threw the crowd towards the front door of the club house inhibiting a few catcalls from the men, and a couple glares from the women, standing around.
The party was in full effect with scantily clad crow-eaters walking around desperately looking for drunken bikers to slave for. Food and alcohol was in abundance and the music was exploding out of the many speakers positioned around the lot. She had to hand it to them, the Sons knew how to party.
She made her way to the bar and posted up on a stool grabbing a beer on the way. It had been a month or so since her last party at Teller-Morrow and the more she drank the more she forgot why she had stopped coming. Looking around she spotted Lyla sitting on Opie's lap. She smiled, happy that her best friend had seemingly made up with her husband. She watched as Opie nuzzled Lyla's neck and for a second Angel felt the jealousy wash over her.
She had forgotten what it felt like to love somebody long ago. She had boyfriends since Braxton, but none of them had truly cared about her. After she believed all of the sweet little nothings they whispered in her ear she'd give it up only to learn they were just trying to earn their "fucked a porn star" badge leaving her a little more empty inside every time.
There was only man that could make her heart beat just a little faster without having to use his dick, and even then she fought it. It wasn't fair for her to allow her-self to embrace the butterflies that seemed to swoop in every time she saw him, he was taken. And at this very moment he was in Angel's line of view sitting in the corner booth, but instead of his doctor bitch splayed across his lap, Ima was there leaning into him.
Angel watched as she licked her lips and whispered what Angel knew were dirty promises into Jax's ear. His hand was on her thigh now and Angel couldn't help but feel her eyes water in her drunken stupor. 'Fuck off' she thought to her emotions as she wiped the tears away and re-gained her composure. He didn't even know she was here, and why would he? But where was Tara?
"Hey! You came!" she heard Juice as he approached her from seemingly out of nowhere startling her. "Yeah, I'm here," she smiled as she regained her composure. He leaned against the bar next to her, "I didn't mean to scare you," he smiled just a little and Angel couldn't help to notice he really was cute in his own way.
"Oh its fine, I was distracted," she leaned in and kissed his cheek, the alcohol was giving her nerves of steel. She saw Juice glance across the room at where Angel had just been zoned out, "Ah, yeah…it's weird right?" "What's weird?" Angel asked quizzically. Juice reached across the bar and grabbed two more beers, he handed her one and took a swig from his bottle before answering, "seeing Jax fall back into old habits. Everybody was taking bets on how long it would take, I thought Tara had her hooks in him for good."
Angel glanced back towards the corner, Ima was looking confused and Jax was drinking from the bottle of Jack he had clenched in his right hand. "Wait, Jax and Tara..." she fought for a second trying to find the right words. Juice cut in, obviously laughing at her confusion, "he broke it off with her earlier. I guess it's for the best though, she wasn't cut out for this Life anyways." He took another swig of his beer and started talking about enjoying the night.
Angel barely registered what he was saying. Her eyes were locked across the room with the VP, who seemed to have just noticed her and couldn't avert his attention…
Jax's POV
'She's fucking beautiful' he drunkenly thought to himself as he finally noticed her perched on a barstool. Her legs looked impossibly long, she had them crossed and Jax couldn't help but notice that her already short dress hiked just a little further up her outer thighs as she leaned towards Juice to plant a kiss on his cheek. He barely felt Ima nibbling at his ear as he watched the obvious flirting going on across the room from him.
He took another swig from his bottle of Jack. After the day's events he needed to feel that burn all the way down his throat, with every drink feeling him-self slip a little further from reality and getting a little closer to black out. That was his goal.
If he blacked out he could escape the pain of his failing relationship with not only his old lady, but with his step-dad too. He had told Tara today that he was done and he had meant it this time. And things with Clay had been rocky since he had felt like Jax was testing his authority as the President.
He saw her glance his way and their eyes met. It was like a punch to the gut, her eyes were so blue and they stared at him with almost an identical intensity. "I just need to fuck her, get her out of my system," he slurred a little as Ima looked at him confused, "you need to what?"
He needed to cover his tracks, it was one thing to have sex with a no body porn star that he couldn't even remember the name of right now, but it was another to have sex with Angel. She should have just been another girl he didn't care about but he could feel the emotion for her boiling in the pit of his stomach.
It wasn't just because she was hot either, even though he couldn't stare at her enough. The site of her was like a cool drink of water on a hot day. They had history, she had always been the girl he never had. Not only was she younger, but Otto would've had his balls had he hurt his baby girl. Jax didn't know where his last sentence had come from.
He had thought about putting those long legs on his shoulders for years, thought about how she would taste and about how she would smell. Just thinking about it now was making him hard. But she had always been like a little sister to him. With her being the daughter of Big Otto and Luann she was just as much a part of this club as anybody else, they were family. She had talked him thru a lot of tough life issues and he loved her for that.
He finally tore his eyes away from Angel and back to whatever her name was and smiled, in a husky voice he responded, "fuck, and your just my type. You still want that ride?" He saw her perk up just a little as she nodded knowingly. She stood up and started making her way to the dorms at the back of the club house, he stood and stumbled after her throwing one more look over his shoulder towards the bar as he went…
Angels POV
She watched as they headed for the dorms together, her heart sank just a little. She hadn't seen him with anybody except Tara for so long, and now Ima of all people was his choice in new pussy. Angel knew that from now on she and Ima were going to have problems. She had forgiven her years ago when she had caught Ima riding Braxton, but she wasn't young and stupid any longer.
'Woah, calm down' she thought to herself as she re-evaluated the situation. She didn't have the right to be upset, after all Mr. VP wasn't her old man. She had never even kissed him let alone staked any kind of claim on him. She couldn't help it though, whenever she saw him her mind just went back to the days when they would sit on the roof together for hours.
They would get high and he would read her pages from his father's manuscript. Then they would lose all track of time, lost in conversation and watching the stars until all hours of the night. That's when she fell in love with him. She quickly shook that thought out of her head, she didn't love anyone. Where had that thought even come from?
She saw as he threw one more glance at her over his shoulder before disappearing down the hall. "…and then baboons flew out of his ass." She heard Juice say slightly annoyed, "yeah…wait, baboons?" She knew she had been distracted but tried to play it off, all she needed to do was flash her smile again and lean a little closer and the annoyed look on his face turned into a blush and adoration.
"Yeah. So, are you having fun?" She had to admit it, Juice wasn't a bad looking guy. He wasn't really her type, but he was cute and he seemed really genuine. Why not have a little fun with him? "Sure, but I'd be having more dancing." She winked at him and hopped off the bar stool, turning around to down two more shots before leading Juice to an area she could let loose a little.
If Jax could have fun then why couldn't she? She grinded against Juice and heard his sharp intake of breath. She couldn't help but to smile, she still had it. She let her-self move to the music, the alcohol was making her head spin as little by little the thought of Jax and Ima around the corner faded and all she was left with was Juice…
