Chapter 2

Jax drove me to the Teller-Morrow garage. It was my favorite place growing up. My mom would bring me with her whenever she wanted to talk to Gemma. I would spend that time in the garage with Jax and Opie or more often than not annoying John Teller with questions about motorcycles and cars, he is the one that taught me everything I know about how to fix cars.

When Jax pulled up to the garage I hopped off his bike as fast as I could, pulling off my helmet and throwing it at him while I ran into work.

"I don't know why I get rides from you if you make me late for work everyday so you can put a few more miles on your bike" I say on my way into the office nearly running into Gemma.

"Where's the fire?" Gemma asked laughing.

"Sorry I'm late my ride decided to take the long way" I said rolling me eyes as Jax came into the office.

"Part of the deal with that bike was you driving Tara to work, I didn't know I had to add that she needs to be on time. Nod if you understand." Gemma said to Jax.

"Yeah yeah I got it. Where is dad and the guys?" Jax said looking around the garage.

"They are in a meeting which is why I need you two to go work on the chevy that was just brought in" Gemma said putting on her glasses and sitting down at the desk.

"Let's go Casanova" I said pushing Jax towards the car.

We had been working on the car for a while, whoever owned this care must have never taken care of it cause it needed some serious TLC.

I was on the dolly underneath the car when someone pulled me out. I was about to argue with whoever it was until I saw that it was Gemma.

"Hey Gemma what's up?" I asked surprised she would pull me away from work.

"What are you still doing here it is 5:00 on a Friday please tell me you have some hot date tonight or something" she said in a motherly tone.

I smiled and laughed. "Yeah you're looking at it."

"Get washed up you're coming home for dinner" she said walking to the office.

"Gemma…" I said trying to stop her but instead stood up cleaned off my hands and followed behind her.

"Come on the boys will lock up let's go pick up something to eat for dinner" she said picking up her purse and walking to her car.

I shook my head laughing at her. She really was just like a mom. I picked up my bookbag and followed behind.