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Charming

"Angel is a very smart girl." Happy gave her the 'I already know that shit' look but he kept quiet, letting her talk. "She used to be getting the high grades in class, didn't skip 3 classes a week, especially didn't almost attack a teacher.

She didn't understand why I did what I did. She wasn't like me. My mind was on having fun, being happy, doing the things I wanted to do. I didn't have the motivation I once had. Things in my life changed. I wasn't sure how or when, but it did. I skipped because I found happiness when I was outside, not stuck in a building for 7 hours a day. Almost hitting teachers wasn't anything I had ever done. I only bitched at that woman because she repeatedly questioned my future.

Tacoma people always talked bad about SamCro. Being apart of the club made me vulnerable to verbal attacks. I could defend myself from students and children and even parents but not from teachers whom I'd have to deal with everyday. It was my fault for pointing out the fact that she told the wrong information in history class. It was my fault for repeating myself when she asked what I had said. But it wasn't my fault when she started to mutter things about SamCro attitude. It was my fault for asking what she said and antagonizing the situation further. It wasn't my fault that she repeated what she said. It was my fault for nearly punching her in the face.

"She has to take her failed classes this summer-."

I couldn't help but intervene. "Funny, I'm only failing one class this semester." It annoyed me that she was making it seem like I was failing all my classes. I had high marks in class, despite my skipps and refusal to do any homework assigned.

Happy turned to me giving me a death stare. "Quiet Angel." He hissed out and I flinched a bit. His tone of voice scared me.

Mrs. O'Rejly cleared her throat again getting his attention off of me. "Even so, I want to stop this before you ruin you're Junior and Senior year. I'm trying to help you Angel." I rolled my eyes shaking my head. People these days…couldn't see when their help wasn't needed.

"I'll have a talk with her. She's going to be taking her failed class this summer." The look gave no room for argument.

I got up from the seat, narrowing my eyes at him crossing the thin border dangerously. I turned on my heels and stalked out of the office, slamming the door behind me. His decision to rule my life was irritating me. Couldn't he see I just wanted to run my own life? I wanted to be able to make my own mistakes and live with them but he was doing everything in his power to stop me. I waited out by his Harley clenching my hands in fists to calm myself down before I blew up.

Happy came out minutes later. He stalked to me and gripped my arm tight, pulling me closer. "I don't know what you're fucking problem is Angel," He snapped in my face. "but it ends here. Once you're done with this class over the summer we're going to Charming. A vacation where you won't be leaving my side. I don't care how much you bitch at me. I'm ending this shit with you now." He then let me go. I stared up at him, my eyes blazing with anger. He was going to ruin my summer because he was tired of this shit?

"Fine." I hissed out.

Since then, Happy and my relationship's been tensed. I refused to be anywhere near him. I did my best to not talk to him throughout the day. School had ended a week ago and just like Happy said, I was taking my failed class. History. That stupid bitch. She was teaching a summer class and I was dying in her class. She was cramming shit into our brains, forcing us to have tests every other day. At least the quicker we got through all the material, the quicker the test and the end of summer school.

She kept her eye on me, making sure I did what I had to. It was rather annoying. When test day finally arrived I couldn't have been more happy. A month and a half of summer school was torture. The test was easy, almost like the first, and I passed with a solid A.

Then I was out…but Happy made us go to Charming, California. The ride was a few days long. We stayed at hotels along the way, not talking much. I resented his punishment. He was making me spend time with the very family I hated. The other bad part of spending time in Charming was that I knew nobody there. I had no friends there. All my friends were in Tacoma and I hadn't seen them since the last day of school. Happy had forbade me from seeing any of them and he had Brothers who would enforce his authority.

Passing the 'Welcome to Charming' sign, I groaned inwardly. We were actually here. He drove us into the small town heading towards the only familiar place he knew. SamCro clubhouse. I held onto him while he sped up. I never really felt comfortable on the back of a motorcycle. Happy always went faster than I thought he should. He drove into the small garage area called 'Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair'. He slowed down as he neared the people working on cars.

"Killah!" One man hollered with a smirk on his face. He had a wild hair style and ice blue eyes. He walked to Happy as he got off the bike. They embraces patting each other on the shoulder. "Angel? Baby girl Angel?" The guy spoke and I looked him up and down with a look of anger on my face. "Yeah that's her alright." Happy said with a grin. He looked relaxed here but I didn't understand why. This wasn't home. What was so relaxing about being away from home?

Mom.

Her death had happened in Tacoma and Happy hadn't been the same for such a long time. He was calmer in Charming. "C'mere and give you're Uncle Tig a hug." He walked towards me and I awkwardly gave him a hug. I didn't know him but that's because I hadn't been in Charming for years now, not since I was 7 years old. Even then, I didn't try to get along with strangers. All the people associated with my father were nothing but SamCro. It was hard to be around them so I did my best to avoid.

"How's you're son doin' Tig?" Happy asked him. I was surprised. This…guy had a child?

Tig looked around the work place. "He's around here doing some shit. Hey James!" I looked around too, curious as to how his son looked. Was he like his like father? Or his mother? "Get you're ass out here boy!" Still no response. Tig was annoyed. I could see the way his jaw tensed. Happy chuckled, finding something amusing in this situation. Tig gave him a look. One that showed his annoyance along with a glare.

"Seems our kids are more alike than I thought." I rolled my eyes at him. "Come on Angel. Time to work."

This was going to be a long ass day….

Happy was driving me insane. He just wouldn't let me rest. Every few seconds he was calling out my name, or telling me to go get him a tool, or telling me to go help Gemma.

By the time I got to the garage, I had met just about everyone from SamCro. Gemma Morrow, the Old Lady to Clay Morrow who was the President of the Charming charter and one of the Nine Redwood Original. He was the one to be respected and I resented the idea of having to listen to yet another President. Gemma wasn't so bad. She did have a low tolerance for disrespect though. I had a hard time to not tell her off when she kept ordering me to do shit like Happy.

"Angel get over here!" Happy hollered from his work area. I gripped the papers that were in my hand tight in anger. He was going to get yelled at if he didn't stop his shit. I had been leaning on the door to Gemma's office waiting for her to finish talking on the phone with a customer. I was to give the information to one of the mechanics so they could go tow the car over here. Gemma looked at me and shook her head. I opened my mouth to tell her if I don't go he would get mad at me. "Angel move you're ass!"

"I'm busy!" I hollered back, looking over my shoulder at him. Happy narrowed his eyes at me and pointed a finger warning me once to calm my attitude. Happy returned to working on the car. I turned my attention back to Gemma watching as she wrote the last few bits of information on a small piece of paper. She reached out, holding the paper in her hand while on the phone still. I grabbed the paper, handing her the stack in my hand, and left.

I went to one of the mechanics who I knew weren't busy and handed them the paper telling them it was a tow. The mechanic was Kip. Well, I called him Kip because that was his name but everyone else called him 'Half-sack' and I had a pretty good guess why. He had reddish blonde hair and light blue eyes. His cut had 'Prospect' written on the front. He moved to the two truck and I had an idea. As stupid as it was. I followed Kip watching as he got into the driver seat of the car.

"Kip open the door. Lemme go with you." I was hoping he would let me. I couldn't stand to be around these people anymore. He gave me an unsure glance because he knew something would happen and his ass would be responsible.

"Kid," I glared at him as he spoke for calling me that. "I don't think you're Dad would like that very much."

"He won't know. I promise they won't know it was you." Of course how could I promise that? Happy would be equally mad at us but for different reasons.

He sighed rubbing his temple and nodded. I opened the passenger door and hopped in.

Kip drove around for a while trying to find the spot where the car that needed to be towed was at. I slumped in the passenger seat, looking out the window. This was going to be a boring summer. If I had to stay anywhere near Happy and work in the damn garage all summer, I was going to go insane. "Finally…" He muttered once the car in site. I grinned a bit finding his annoyance funny. He drove in front of the car waving at the owner. He made sure to be just enough in front so that he could lower the cable to hook it under the front bumper.

Kip got out of the truck and told me to do the same. He motioned me over. "I need to take the owner of the car to the garage. Do you mind waiting inside that diner until I come back?"

"Um..." I didn't know how to answer that. I didn't mind but I was uncomfortable in Charming. "No I don't mind."

He smiled at me a bit and ushered me into the diner, shoving a few bucks into my palm. He waited until I was inside to talk to the owner. I sat at the window seats and looked out at them, watching as Kip left. A waitress came over to my table and I ordered a burger and fries, barely enough money to really by myself a meal. She jotted down my order and I could feel her giving me a disapproving shake of the head. It was like this everywhere SamCro went.

If a girl was found talking to a Son or do anything around a Son, they were automatically doing 'bad' things. The kinds of things people talked about all around town. She came back a few minutes later with my meal on a tray. She placed the food in front of me and left without a word. She wasn't getting a tip that's for sure. I unwrapped my burger and took a good bite out of the side. It was good considering I hadn't eaten all day.

TING!

I never really did like these types of stores. The bell on the door always annoyed me. I was too busy eating my food to notice who came in. Usually I was the nosy one who watched everyone who came in because I had nothing better to do. "Hey is this seat taken?"

I ignored whoever it was that was talking assuming they were talking to someone else. I kept looking out the window as I ate. "Hey…I'm talking to you Angel."

I snapped my head to whoever called me name. It was a surprise who was speaking to me. He was handsome with the wild brown hair and ice blue eyes. He reminded me of someone I just couldn't pin-point exactly. He was tall too, maybe a few inches taller than me. He wore a pair of baggy jeans and a white t-shirt, almost a look alike of…

My eyes widened a bit. This was James?

"It's been a long time Angel." He spoke as he slid in my seat. He was smiling a bit. James reached his hand out and stole a fry off my plate, acting as if we were best friends when I didn't know a thing about him. "What are you 14…15?"

My face dropped a bit. "16 moron."

"Ah right. So how's Tacoma?" Was he serious? Did he think we were really best friends? He took another fry despite my protests. "Bet its nothing like Charming-."

"I don't remember you." It was the straight up truth. 9 years was a long time to never see a person. "I mean…its been a very long time. All I know is you're name…"

James had a hurt look, as if he had been stabbed in the chest and somehow that look hurt me. "…I remembered you…" His words were muttered but I still heard. The words made my heart soften just a tab bit.

"Well…" I started catching his attention. I took a bite of a fry and leaned forward a bit. "It's not too late to start over."