Sarah walked out of the school to her car, though she wasn't in a rush to go home. Since Kelsey and Jennifer left, she'd felt very alone. She didn't have enough free time the last two weeks to make friends with anyone, and she'd stayed far away from Teller- Morrow and the Sons of Anarchy. She waved at Ellie and Kenny, who were waiting for their father with another teacher and she got into her car. Ellie was in Sarah's fifth grade class, and a doll. Sarah saw a lot of Donna in Ellie, and loved teaching the little girl.
Sarah turned the car on, and frowned when it started to stutter and smoke started coming from the hood. She quickly turned it off, popping the hood and looking at the engine. She rolled her eyes, "I don't know what I'm even looking at." She muttered, closing the hood, and walking over to the other teacher waiting with Ellie and Kenny, who looked at her sympathetically.
"That didn't look good." The teacher told her. Sarah nodded.
"I'm not known for taking care of my car." Sarah told her. "I'll call a tow I guess."
"Well why not ask Mr. Winston to do it? He works at Teller-Morrow." The naïve teacher told her. She knew nothing of Sarah's history with Teller-Morrow.
"Yeah! My dad will fix it! He fixes all kinds of cars!" Ellie told her excitedly.
"That's ok Ellie, I think I'm gonna call another shop." Sarah said carefully.
"What other shop? Teller-Morrow is the only place in town." The teacher told her.
"Of course it is." Sarah grumbled to herself. "I'll use a shop in Lodi or something. I don't want to bother Ellie's dad." She added hoping to not pique the teacher's curiosity.
"Oh nonsense." The teacher told her, as Opie pulled up. "I'll ask him for you."
"No…" Sarah started, but the teacher was already at Opie's side as he got out of the car.
As the teacher explained the situation to Opie, he smirked at Sarah's rolling eyes and crossed arms. She always did have a flair for the dramatics. Opie pulled out his phone and called the shop for a tow, before talking to Sarah. "Jax isn't even up there, he's on a run." Opie told her.
Sarah let out a breath she hadn't even known she was holding. "I don't care if Jax is there." She said stubbornly.
"Yeah sure." Opie said with a smirk. "Come on, I'll give you a ride, tow truck is on it's way."
As they pulled into the Teller-Morrow, Sarah thought about the first time she'd been in the lot.
TEN YEARS AGO
Jax was sitting at the clubhouse a few days after meeting the sorority girls. Tig had hooked up with Kelsey in the bathroom of The Hairy Dog, and Jax had gotten into a major grope session with Sarah in the parking lot, but hadn't sealed the deal. The guys were planning on partying that night with the Tacoma charter, who was down to go on a run.
"Man, I wish we could bring those sorority bitches tonight, I could use a second helping of that blonde one." Tig said to no one in particular.
"Well if you idiots had gotten a number." Opie began.
"I got one." Jax said, leaning against the bar with a grin.
"You got sorority girls?" Kozik asked him excitedly. "Where the fuck are they? Always wanted a snobby bitch slobbing on my knob."
"Hell yeah, blow your load all over those letters around their neck." Tig said with a cackle.
"I'll call her." Jax said, eager to finish what he started with Sarah. Plus, he'd actually talked to her at the bar that night, and she hadn't bored him to death. She had a good head on her shoulders; it was refreshing to actually enjoy talking to someone before taking them to bed.
Sarah was sitting in Kelsey's room with Jenn at the sorority house, while they tried to decide what to do that night. There were no sorority activities that weekend, a rarity, and they wanted to go out together. Sarah squealed when her phone rang. "It's that biker guy." She told her friends with a small smile.
"Oh my God… answer it!" Jennifer told her.
"Hello?" Sarah said, hoping her voice had enough boredom injected in it that Jax wouldn't think she was eager to talk to him. After pushing Jenn and Kelsey away as the nosy girls tried to listen to the other side of the conversation, she said "I'll ask them… what time?... Ok, bye…" She hung up and ignored the other two who were staring at her, staring at something very interesting on the wall.
"What?" She finally asked them with a grin.
"What did he say?" Kelsey demanded.
"He asked if we wanted to go to a party at their clubhouse tonight. She said, trying to sound uninterested.
"Should we go?" Kelsey asked the others, though secretly she was excited at the thought of meeting up with the crazy biker that pushed her against the bathroom wall while he pulled her panties off with his teeth.
"I wanna go." Jennifer said, wanting her chance to have a skeezey one night stand with someone dangerous.
"I don't care." Sarah said, lying through her teeth as she thought of the blonde biker's calloused hands on her back, holding her tightly as he kissed her. "If you guys want to go, we can go."
"Well, I guess we're going then." Kelsey said finally, looking in her closet for something to wear.
The girls parked in the Teller-Morrow parking lot, getting out of the car nervously. The Hairy Dog was one thing, it was a controlled walk on the wild side, this was the belly of the beast, with no escape hatch.
"Are you sure I look ok?" Sarah asked nervously. She'd decided on a teal off the shoulder shirt with black shorts and a pair of teal heels. Her hair was thick and straight, with dramatic eye makeup and a soft lip.
"You look hot, what about me?" Kelsey asked, pulling at her light grey bandage dress.
"And me?" Jenn demanded, wondering if the black mini skirt and emerald green halter top were the right choice.
"You know you look good." Sarah told them. They all knew they looked good. They'd been told they were pretty since high school, and they were royalty on their campus. Being nervous about impressing SAMCRO was ridiculous, and they knew it, but having validation was nice.
The girls walked in the door, and suddenly realized that they had no idea where to go or what to do when they got inside. They looked around at the crowd, leather clad men and spandex clad women milled around, some giving the girls a look, but most ignoring them entirely. "Let's get a drink." Kelsey said finally, walking to the bar and getting drinks for the three of them.
"Excuse me girls, are you lost?" An older woman asked them, crossing her arms authoritatively.
"We were invited." Jennifer said, putting on her best queen bee face.
"By who?" The woman asked them, not ready to back down.
"By me Ma." Jax said, appearing out of nowhere to rescue the three from the clutches of Gemma Morrow.
"Hmm." Gemma said, her eyes raking over the sorority letters on the girls' necklaces. She rolled her eyes at her son's latest idea on his quest to sleep through the entire female population of Charming and its surrounding areas. She turned on her heel and walked away, knowing the girls might be a temporary distraction, but between the Sons and the Crow Eaters, they wouldn't last longer than a night or two.
"Wasn't sure if you guys would show up." Jax told them honestly. He actually owed Opie 10 bucks for being on the losing side of that bet.
"We didn't have anything better to do." Sarah said with a grin.
"That makes me feel really special." Jax told her with a chuckle. He put his arm around her and led the girls over by the pool tables to a booth.
"Come here mama." Tig said to Kelsey, patting lap and giving her a wink.
After a talking with Opie, Jax and Sarah for a few minutes, Jennifer was tapped on the shoulder by Kozik. "You play pool darling?"
"Not well." Jenn said flirtatiously, smiling softly.
"Well, come on, I'll teach you." He said, offering his hand to her.
Jax and Sarah sat in the corner of the booth in their own little world as they talked about Sarah's major; education, Jax's bike; a fat boy, and their favorite foods. Gemma narrowed her eyes as she watched across the room. Her son didn't talk to women that intensely. He nodded and ignored while they talked, then took them in a back room to shut them up. It was troubling that the first woman he'd paid any attention to was a stuck up college bitch.
The three girls ignored the daggers being shot their way by some of the other women in the clubhouse. They were taking up prime real estate, monopolizing all of Jax's, Tig's and Kozik's attention. It didn't sit well with the women who'd been coming to the clubhouse for years, waiting on the men's every needs. For them to be edged out by three new girls wasn't sitting well with them.
Kelsey, Jennifer and Sarah excused themselves to go to the bar to get more drinks and gossip about how the night was going. They pulled out cigarettes, something they only did when they drank, and talked about if they should say the night in hushed giggles and whispers, when a crow eater walked by, bumping into Kelsey and dumping a drink down her back.
"Oops. Sorry honey." The crow eater said, laughing with the other women watching the scene. The Sons watched the exchange, knowing how the three handled themselves would determine if they'd be able to hang.
Kelsey let out a small cry when the drink went down her back, but recovered quickly, and she, Sarah, and Jennifer stood up, standing in front of the crow eater. The girls didn't get to the top of food chain by taking shit from anyone. While they may have seemed harmless, all three were trained in the finely tuned art of Bitch.
Sarah started with an evil smile. "Well, I'm sure balance is one of the first things to go when you get older. I mean you're what, 40? 50? It's pretty impressive that you are wearing those $19.99 stripper specials instead of the geriatric tennis shoes with the little Velcro straps, bravo."
The crow eater opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Jennifer. "Of course, age doesn't explain the over bleached mess of what I'm pretty positive used to be hair on your head. Methadone chic went out in the nineties, you remember the nineties don't you? When your tits used to be up here?" She motioned to her own perk chest. "Of course, your makeup that's four shades darker than the rest of you isn't your fault, you were blinded by the garish sequins all over that scrap of fabric you decided to use as a dress."
"And speaking of that." Kelsey said, taking over. "I'm not sure which dollar store added clothing to their merchandise, but unless that awful thing was on the clearance rack, I'd be demanding a refund. Here's a tip, if your cottage cheese thighs look like they're hanging under a lumpy disco ball, you should probably put it back on the rack." Kelsey glanced at the other two. "So you see, honey, my shirt will dry, but you'll still be a washed up…"
"washed out, rode hard, put up wet…" Jennifer continued.
"trashy, no class, cheap" Sarah added.
"Whore." All three said with a sweet smiles. The girls pushed past the crow eater whose mouth was agape.
"Oops." Sarah said with a wicked grin while walking past her.
The crow eater looked at Gemma, who simply shrugged, if anything she was kind of impressed at how quickly they tore her apart.
Tig looked at the other men, who were still staring with raised eyebrows. "I came."
PRESENT DAY
Sarah sat at the picnic table at Teller Morrow, smoking a cigarette. She laughed to herself when she remembered how she used to insist to Jax that she only smoked when she darnk, or when she was upset, or when he was stressed… or after sex. Gemma walked over with a handful of paperwork. "Perfect." Sarah muttered, putting out the cigarette.
"Well, your car's fucked up." Gemma told her.
"Hello to you too, Gemma." Sarah said, rolling her eyes.
"Hello." Gemma said, narrowing her eyes. "I hear you're sticking around, I hope you don't plan on getting your claws into Jax."
"Don't worry Gemma, I'll find some other way to ruin your life, since, according to you, that was the only reason I dated him in the first place."
"Oh drop the poor me act, I couldn't make you do anything, no matter how hard I tried." Gemma told her.
"So what's going on with my car?" Sarah asked, changing the subject.
"Well, it's gonna take about a month maybe a month and a half to get the part for it."
"Are you shitting me?" Sarah asked, looking over the paperwork.
"No, I'm not shitting you. We can get you a loaner until then." Gemma told her with a sigh. She would have liked to have the car fixed and Sarah gone; now she'd have to see her again.
Jackson pulled up into the lot and saw his mother handing Sarah a set of keys to a loaner. He stopped the bike and watched the two, they appeared to be behaving civilly, but both were shooting daggers at each other.
"Hey." He said when Sarah left the office. She looked nervous that he was there.
"Hey." She said, shifting awkwardly. "Listen I'm sorry about Kelsey, she's just… protective."
"I remember." He said with a small smile. "What's wrong with your car?"
"I think it blew up." She said with a shrug.
"Nice." He said with a grin. She used to hate anything to do with car maintenance, but always thought he was sexy when he would do it.
"Well, I'll see you..." She said nervously.
"Yeah… see you." Jax said, walking away from the painful memories she was bringing up in him.
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