A/N: Sorry that it took me a bit longer to post this. I'm the worst critic to myself and so, with that, it kept me redoing this chapter a bunch the other night. But finally I came up with something that I could be happy with. I hope that you guys enjoy it.

As an aside her ex-husband Max is meant to look like Tom Hardy.

Without further ado, Chapter 2!

When they had walked into the Miss Mitz's diner Angelia had felt like everyone had turned to stare. Only a few early morning construction crew workers and a young couple were inside. And maybe they didn't necessarily stare more as she was just being paranoid.

The ride had been too short. Angelia felt like she had barely anytime to enjoy it before Jax had them pulling up into the parking lot. He'd appeared smug with himself as he took his helmet from her; she could hear him laughing as she fidgeted walking behind him to the booth.

Jax had picked a corner booth well away from everyone else. Angelia just couldn't help but feel like everyone was staring, as if they knew who he was and who she most definitely was not. Pamela, a heavy round set woman with short blonde with a head full of curls, immediately came over. Popping her chewing gum so loudly Angelia was sure she was going to get a headache.

"What'll it be?" she inquired, voice dripping in annoyance.

It was not even eight in the morning. How could she already hate her day?

"Coffee will be fine for me, thanks," Jax replied sweetly.

Angelia was staring straight ahead at him. Counting every smack she made with her gum. Jax knew a running pet peeve of hers was the sound of anyone smacking on anything. The amused smile that lit up his face was one Angelia found just as annoying.

"Angelia," he mused, "Tell the lovely lady what you want to drink."

Pamela actually fucking blushed causing the popping to cease for a moment; her pined hand nervously brushing her short hair over her ear.

Angelia felt her lips tighten as she attempted to smile up at the woman who had eyes only for him. She wondered why she'd even tried to smile at all.

"I'll have the same."

Clearing her throat Pamela said, "Two coffees. Be right back."

As she walked away Angelia muttered, "I'm sure you will."

Jax's eyebrows shot up in what looked like tickled shock. He leaned forward, his hands grabbing for the glass bin of sugar and played with the packets on the inside.

"Ang, if I wouldn't know any better I'd say you were jealous," he teased.

You will not blush. This time it was her turn to tuck her hair behind her ear as she leaned back against the pleather of the booth.

"What do I have to be jealous about? My friend getting hit on by a middle-aged woman?"

Even Angelia had to admit that sounded bitchy but when she looked at Jax he hadn't seemed to notice. What he had noticed though was something that made her snort when he spoke.

"Your friend?"

Shrugging her shoulders Angelia tried to look everywhere but at him.

"Well, yeah Jax. I mean I hope we can be friends."

When she tucked her hair behind her ear a second time (it still being tucked from the last time) and she realized he'd noticed, Angelia placed her hands down in her lap. Securing them there with her thighs.

"Yeah I guess friends work."

"We can't really be more than that."

He'd been in the middle of trying to say something when Pamela reappeared beaming down at Jax as she placed their coffees in front of them. She'd actually ended up putting both his and Angelia's in front of him. Angelia couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Jax was taking notice.

"You both ready to order or do you need more time?"

"I'm ready," Angelia said sharply as she slid the menu over to her. "I'll have the pancake special and can I switch the sausage out for bacon?"

"Mhmm sure. And you?"

For added effect Jax threw the charm into high gear and gave her the best smile he could. Out of the corner of his eye he watched as Angelia's eyes narrowed, arms crossing over her chest, as she looked from him to Pam. It only made him grin even bigger.

"I'll have the same thing darlin'. But I want the sausages, no bacon."

He held his menu out to her, never breaking eye contact. Her blush spread as she gingerly took it from him and started to back away.

"Of course."

"Oh here don't forget this one," he reminded her holding out Angie's.

"Thank you," Pamela breathed before she shot him one last smile.

"I'll go and place your orders."

She was gone in a matter of milliseconds; never knowing she was there at all really except for the sour look that Jax found all too amusing on Angelia's face.

"What?" she growled.

He leaned back into his seat, slinging an arm around the back as he tried to get comfortable. Angelia couldn't help but take notice of the shit eating grin on his face.

"For someone who claims not to be jealous, you sure are acting like it," he chuckled.

Angelia's mouth fell open wide as she gasped in astonishment. She pointed after the retreated Pamela and scoffed, "Of what? Her? You've got to be kidding me."

He shrugged coolly.

"I'm just telling you an observation I made."

"Well your observation skills are shit."

Jax had to roll his tongue around in his mouth to keep from laughing as he watched a seething Angelia try to calm herself. He glanced down at the table and realized that Pamela had deposited both of their coffees in front of him. Taking his arm from behind the booth he slid on of them over to her before resting it back behind him.

"I'm sure one of these are yours."

When she shot him a look Jax couldn't hold it any longer and busted out laughing.

"I'm sure one of these is yours," Angelia mumbled, voice high-pitched and mocking as she reached for the cup he'd pushed her way. "Thank god Gemma taught you how to share."

"Gemma is a lot of things, but she's a damn good mother."

Angelia didn't know what to say so she simply nodded her head in agreement and took a faint sip of her coffee.

"Sure don't have a lot of parents' like your mom anymore. Sometimes I see these little kids with their iPod's and tablets and no social interaction; lack of discipline-"

"Do you have kids?" Jax cut in.

He shook multiple pacts of sweet-n-low. Angelia watched as he ripped the tops off of all three and dumped the contents into the waiting liquid.

"No, I'm a kindergarten teacher."

Jax stopped stirring his coffee and glanced up at her. Face serious but his eyes danced with mischief.

"You? A kindergarten teacher?"

Angelia gave a light shrug, putting her hands out in surrender as she smiled coyly.

"Someone has to mold their little minds. The children are our future you know."

He took one last drink from his cup before he placed it down and moved back to get comfortable in his seat. Angie fought against fidgeting again under his gaze and instead started to count the patches on his kutt.

"So a kindergarten teacher during the day and a jail bird at night. Very risky business, if you ask me," he teased.

Angelia felt her cheeks burn as her hands shot up to hide her cheeks and the smile that was spreading like wildfire. Don't encourage him!

"Guess that makes me hot for teacher."

She watched as he grabbed his cup and wrapped his lips around the side. All the while his gaze was locked onto hers, watching for any little sign that he'd gotten to her. Angelia tried to fight it but the tugging in her cheeks for her to smile was too much. The smile broke and laughter poured out from her open lips at how adorable his little joke was. Jax was smiling too but the heat in his eyes suggested easily to Angelia that he hadn't meant it to be sweet.

"You look good."

She wasn't sure how he meant it but with the ambers of heat still flickering inside the depths of his eyes Angelia fought hard not to react. Try all she could it wasn't working and the yearning for them to be as close as they were outside the police station was coming back at a fierce pace. So Angelia went to plan B: Joking.

"Thank you. You know I totally forgot how rejuvenating jail time could be for the skin."

"And the hair-" he pointed out to Angelia's horror. It took everything she had not to cover her head with her hands right at that very moment.

"You just gotta rub it in, don'cha Teller."

Jax laughed; a full throaty beast that sent shivers down her spine. She smiled down into her mug. Her delicate fingers playing on the mugs handle when she heard him speak again. "But seriously, Ang. You do look really good."

"I never could get your mom to give me tips on how she still looks so glamorous every time she gets out."

They were trespassing into dangerous territory. Angelia knew. Their constant flirtatious banner was just like it used to be when they were together. It was oddly comforting yet at the same time, terrifying. Luckily Jax's response was cut short by the sudden reappearance of Pamela with their food. Amazingly this time Pamela actually placed Angelia's food down in front of her but still was all eyes for the outlaw in front of her. Once Jax had reassured her they were fine (just in need of coffee refills) she was gone in a mad stuttering dash.

Typical Teller.

They sat in companionable silence as they dug into their food. Angelia not realizing how hungry she truly was until she picked up a piece of bacon and practically inhaled it into her mouth. Jax took notice but instead of saying anything he smiled and shook his head cutting into his pancakes with zest. It's when they were on their third refill of coffee, the sun brightly shining inside the large open glass windows of the diner, did Jax finally pick up the conversation.

"If you don't mind me asking, Ang. How did you ugh, know, about Tara?"

He looked so timid Angelia couldn't help but smile coolly as he looked from his now empty plate to her. Holding up her index finger she replied, "One word for you: Celeste."

Rolling his eyes Jax sat back in the booth hard, his hands placed down around him in his seat.

"Fucking Celeste." Still a pain in his ass a decade later. Irritation coursed through him as he ran a hand over his beard and imagined wringing her neck if she was in front of her. "What made you want to become a teacher?" He asked quickly trying to stop the onslaught of bad thoughts he was having towards Celeste. "Last time I ever talked to you, you weren't really a fan of the dozen or so nieces and nephews you had."

"One: it isn't a dozen Jackson there's only nine of them between Carlos and Claudia."

"Round that out to a dozen. It's close enough."

Angelia let out a light breath of laughter as she shook her head.

"No it isn't but I digress. I don't know Jax. People change and over the years I just learned to love knowing that I could make a difference in helping a parent shape the mind of their child. To at least feel like I'm making a difference, at least."

Jax felt a loving smile curl his lips as he looked at her. The way her messy waves cascaded around her shoulders; the makeup completely worn off and gone leaving her face still strikingly beautiful. This was his favorite way of seeing her. Especially when they were younger.

One of his favorite memories had been when they'd skipped school all day to spend at her parents' house. They'd both were set to be gone until a quarter after five or later and Angelia had said she just wanted the whole entire day with him. They'd made plans to go out and catch a movie. Jax had finally worked his nerve up to take her miniature golfing, even though he hated the idea. But when they'd arrived at her house for her to drop off her backpack she'd surprised him by leading him into the house. Kissing him with so much passion his younger self was instantly hard and whispered on his lips, "I want to spend the day with you inside me."

Jax was more than happy to oblige. He'd made love to her all day. Or until the only two condoms they'd had left in the box were gone. But he did what he could to make himself last. Which was no easy feat for a sixteen year old kid. He could still remember how boneless and happy she'd looked laying in his arms; out of breath and gorgeous. It's how he saw her now just older and more like a woman. He would give everything to go back to that day one more time with her.

Shaking his head out of his remembrance, he leaned over and took a quick sip of coffee before he asked, "So you never told me if you had any kids?"

When her face fell he instantly regretted ever persisting with the stupid question.

"Ah hey I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked that."

Angelia shook her head and tried to plaster on a smile. It only came out as a tense line of sad lips.

"No, no it's okay. You didn't know." Jax waited for her to reiterate but Angelia just didn't really want to. It would set her mind racing about Max and she wasn't ready to think about it. Or think about him more than she already had. "I can't have kids, Jackson. Well, its 96.78% chance that it is highly unlikely that I'll ever be able to have a child of my own. Which, is why I'm divorced. Nobody wants someone who can't mass produce their children."

The air around her seemed to grow cold and Jax watched as a heavy melancholy crushed her shoulders down. Within just a matter of seconds her eyes sunk in and her body huddled in on itself. He couldn't believe that something like that was even possible with her. Remembering all the times they had their small scares that she might've been pregnant. Jax should've cared about her wellbeing and taking that sadness away from her, but damn him all he could think about was the word, "divorced."

"I'm sorry for getting so heavy."

Angelia's voice was so feeble Jax had to lean down a little to even catch her words. He dismissed her apology with a wave of his hand.

"There's nothing to apologize for, Ang. I shouldn't have asked. And hey about that whole kid thing; you've just never had a Teller."

He waited for her to look up at him before he gave her a wink and he watched as her face brightened with laughter. Grabbing his coffee he felt a smile of relief stretch his lips before he took a pull from his cup, enjoying watching the color come back to her cheeks as she continued to laugh.

She made a face at him before she spoke: "I'm pretty sure I already have."

"Yeah but with protection."

Angelia snorted.

"Um I'm pretty sure that's what two smart semi-adults use."

"I'm just saying Ang. I'm always willing to help pop a theoretical cherry."

"That cherry has long been popped," she reminded him.

Suddenly the space between them got hot and Angelia started to fidget again. Her much younger self and a young Jax crossing her mind. She glanced outside at the sun shining down on the multitude of cars that had parked in the small diner parking lot. Have more people come in? She wondered as she fought not to glance around the diner. Wondering how many hours had already passed since they'd been there.

She listened as he cleared his throat drawing her attention back to his direction.

"Do you mind if I ask you something, Ang."

Angelia smirked as she knocked her knuckles against the silverware scattered on her plate. Making a loud clanking noise that startled an older man eating alone two booths down.

"I don't see why not. You've been sort of asking me all morning."

She listened as Jax took in a heavy breathe through his nose and let it out. Something was bothering him and she was sure she was about to find out.

"Did you really get married?"

"Oh come on, Jax. Really?" she laughed. "It's been fifteen years."

"Yeah I know. I just wanted to see if a heart really does go on after your first love," he teased.

Forearms leaning against the table as he plopped the last bit of sausage he had left into his mouth. Probably long since cold now and Angelia couldn't imagine it tasted very good.

"Did you just use a Celine Dion song reference at me?"

He leaned back against his seat: "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Uh huh." She retorted, her tongue rolling around in her mouth.

"Seriously though Angie I just want to find out about you. It's been a long time. It'd be nice to catch up."

Angelia thought about it for a moment. Her indecision played across her eyes; darkening them in the process. For a second Jax thought she wasn't going to say anything and shut down on him. When she did finally speak he suddenly found himself unhappy with the outcome.

"I was married for eight years."

All Jax could do was shake his head for a moment as he leaned back against the pleather of the booth. His arm snaking out to rest along the top of the seat as he tried to make himself comfortable. Or was it more so the sickening feeling in his stomach would somehow disappear.

"Married?"

She nodded her head once. "Yup."

"To a guy?"

Rolling her eyes Angie scoffed, "No! To the Queen of England. Yes, a guy."

"What was his name? How did you two guys meet?"

"Jesus Jackson, why do you gotta know all this shit?"

"What's so wrong in knowing the guy who got to marry the girl I couldn't?"

The spite in those words shocked her as if he'd struck her. The fiddling Angie's fingers had been doing with the straw's empty wrapper ceased as she watched the storm cloud of emotion spark in his eyes. Taking in a deep breath, Angie threw the paper away from her fingers and placed her hand down into her lap.

"I met him while I was finishing up my senior year in college. His name is Max. We dated for two in a half years and, like I said, were married for eight. And while we're discussing marriages, would you like to tell me about your wife, Tara? How you, oddly enough, named your first son the name we'd picked out at sixteen when we thought I was pregnant? Or why, since your wife is locked up in county, you smell like another woman's perfume when I hugged you?"

Angelia hadn't meant for all of it to come out as heated as it had. Or shit, to even bring up all the other things. But once she had started the bitter anger inside of her hadn't allowed her to stop. She refused to apologize for it though knowing damn well Jax wouldn't apologize for prying. Ever. So she squared her shoulders and leaned back comfortably in the seat and kept her eyes on him.

Jax had become eerily still. The only signs of life was the deep and steady rise and fall of his chest; his eyes a heated pull of life that showed the storm was alive and wild in his eyes. His jaw clenched tight, nostrils flaring, for a moment until the small movement of him fixing himself straight almost caused her to jump.

"How do you know about all this shit? Tara and Abel…"

A wicked smile crossed her lips as Angie looked away from him and out the window of the diner.

"Jackson I've known about Tara since I was seventeen. She isn't anything new."

"How?" he growled.

"How do you think?" She snapped back. Always hating it when he took that demanding tone with her.

It instantly sent her back to when they'd been alone in the Teller-Morrow garage. She'd been teasing him all night at one of the clubs midnight parties with small touches on his zipper and tugging on his belt. Always doing just enough to get a rise out of him but stopping when it had really counted. She could still hear that growling, demanding tone in her ear. He'd had her pressed down against a car that'd been brought in to get looked at, his hand skirted up the thigh of her dress, fingers teasing at her folds until he'd slide two fingers inside her. You come when I say you can come. Even though it was nothing but a memory Angelia could still feel the wetness begin to soak her panties as she looked across the table at him.

"I told you earlier it was Celeste who told me. She's the one that's kept me informed about you since I left. She told me about the croweater you married and had Abel with, and how you took over as President of the charter. That last one was the one she told me about a few minutes before we got into our boxing match." Smiling bitterly Angelia looked the raging outlaw in the eye and stated, "You know, this was going to be my first stop after I had turned eighteen. I was going to come back to you, Jax. But six months before my birthday she told me you'd met a girl. A pretty girl. Tara Knowles. I remember you used to call her a book nerd with an attitude." The memory made her smile sadly as she took the straw wrapper back into her fingers. Not willing to look him in the eye.

"Fucking Celeste," he spat for the second time today. But this time it took everything he had not to rush out and find her later. He stayed quiet for a moment longer. Gaining his thoughts before he spoke again. "Well fuck Ang, how was I supposed to know you were gonna come back?"

She shrugged sadly.

"I don't know. I figured you would just know I would never voluntarily leave you. It doesn't matter now, anyways."

"How the hell do you figure?!"

"Because it's fifteen years later. We've both moved on. It's over and done with. We were just kids then and we're adults now who have lives outside of young romance."

"You and I both know you never forget the first person you truly love. It isn't the same or as easy as any of that. And fuck that young love bullshit you and Ma always try to spit at me. Love is love, Angelia. It doesn't matter whether you are sixteen, thirty, or fucking eighty years old. When you love someone the way we loved each other, it doesn't just die off."

Her heart agreed with his words but her brain…her brain knew otherwise.

"You telling me you don't love Tara?"

Angelia watched as the question took him off guard. Good. It was what she had wanted. All Angie wanted was to prove a point to him. It wasn't as simple as he wanted it to be.

"Of course I do but-"

Angelia held up her hand to cut him off.

"I don't care for the why's or but's Jax. I don't even care or want to know why you were with any woman while your wife is up at county. Your personal business is your own just like mine is my own. Do I make that perfectly clear?"

Jax was pissed at her. Even a blind man could see it let alone feel it. Angelia had never seen him look at her like that before. Rival gang members or just idiots he caught mistreating women and such, yeah he looked at them like that. But never here. It was the look everyone had known meant he was about to fuck your world up. She didn't think he would actually hurt her. Angelia knew he was just pissed she was shutting him out.

He'd get over it.

"Yeah. Fine. Whatever you want, Ang."

The sarcasm from those words could've slapped the taste out of her mouth. Those wild eyes shining bright like diamonds as his nose flared and he looked away from her. A small shaking of his head as an angry hand moved quickly to slick back his hair.

She didn't know how to move on from this place and as she let out a heavy sigh she realized there was only one thing really to do.

"If I haven't pissed you off too much, think you can give me one last ride home?"

Angelia wasn't expecting much or for him to even say yes. Her only response was him moving swiftly out of the booth, grabbing his off-blue flannel coat, and sliding it on.

"Sure. Why not," he hissed as he slapped more money down on the table than breakfast or the girls tip deserved.

He didn't even wait to see if she followed him out the diners' door as he stoked out. Angelia let out a heavy sigh as she scooted out of the booth and put her own jacket back on. Smiling at some of the early morning regulars briefly before heading out to meet Jackson Teller: The Man. The Myth. And the mad as hell legend.

So what did you lovelies think? Reviews are always lovely and so helpful! It would be wonderful to know what you think. To all those who favorited and story followed, THANK YOU! You are awesome! Chapter 3 should be up soon!