A/N: Thanks for all the great feedback, I love it. :) Also thanks to my great beta AlyKat4Life for checking over this story and fixing all my mistakes. She also drew a picture of Ollie for me, which I love, so go check it out. The first part of this chapter is just a small bit to show how Gemma and Jax would probably fight over Ollie. The title of this chapter is a song by The White Stripes.
Chapter 4: We Are Going to Friends
"You are not sending my grandbaby to a pussy shit prep school!" Gemma shouted to her son as the two stood in the living room. She stood up looming over Jax as she spoke to him about Ollie, her finger in his face.
"I'm only taking her there so that I don't have to worry about her all day. She'll be safer." Jax defended. Gemma shook her head in disagreement and placed a hand on her hip, ready to fight with her son on this till the very end.
"She'll be perfectly fine at public school here in Charming. You went to school here your entire life and turned out more than okay." The older women replied as Jax stood up in frustration. Sometimes he wished that his mother did not try to control everything that he did in his life, and just let him make his own choices.
"Once she is done with the 5th grade I'll-"
"By the time she reaches middle school she will have to start all over again with making friends, and will become an outcast." Gemma replied, cutting off her son. Jax rolled his eyes at his mother and sat down back on the couch in defeat.
"Fine, you get your way, once again!" Jax finally let out after thinking about it for a few minutes. "She starts school tomorrow, so you figure it out."
Jax stormed out of his house, leaving his mother standing in the living room, and hopped on his bike taking off to an unknown destination. Ollie walked out of her room seconds later rubbing her eyes tiredly.
"What happen?" The small girl asked groggily. "Why was daddy yelling?"
"Nothing baby," Gemma sighed as she looked to where Jax had left moments before then to her granddaughter, who was standing in the hallway. "Come on we are going shopping."
Ollie held tightly on to her father's hand as they walked up the concrete steps. Her stomach was an equal mixture of nervousness and excitement. Today was her first day of the first grade.
The two walked down the winding hall of the school, and Ollie wondered if she would ever be able to find her classroom with out her dad by her side. Finally they arrived at a door that was covered with colorful paper bugs, each with a name written on it in sharpie. Ollie inspected each one until her eyes landed on a purple butterfly that had her name planted on it in perfect handwriting.
Jax opened the door and lead Ollie into the classroom. He watched her as she took in everything that was going on inside the room. There were small round tables that had four chairs with paper name plates taped onto the back of each chair. To the left were rows of cupboards where the other children had put their backpacks and lunchboxes. The walls were covered with pictures of the alphabet, numbers, class rules, and meaningful sayings.
A woman in a denim ankle-length dress with a long sleeved shirt underneath approached Jax and Ollie with a smile attached to her face.
"Hi, I'm Ms. Wilson. What's your name sweetie?" The graying women squatted down so that she was eye level with Ollie and stuck out her hand. Ollie backed up slightly from the women's advances, and Jax rolled his eyes at his daughter's actions; she almost never acted shy around anyone.
Jax nudge Ollie, motioning for her to reply back. "My name is Olivia Teller, but all my friends call me Ollie."
Ms. Wilson shook the small girl's hand before standing up straight and introducing herself to Jax. "Why don't you take off you backpack and put it in the cupboard with everyone?"
Ollie did as she was told, and neatly placed her belongings in the nook carefully, and then walked back over to where her father was talking to her new teacher. Jax squatted down so that he was eye level with Ollie and hugged her tightly. "I've got to go to work now baby, but I'll be back to pick you up at 3."
Ollie's lip quivered and Jax knew that she was about to throw a fit just like she always did. "Don't go."
"I've got to." He replied as he looked around the room for something to distract his daughter so that he could leave. He spotted Moby, Lowell's son, sitting quietly at a table while coloring on a piece of paper. Jax lead Ollie over to where the boy was and motioned for her to sit down next to him.
"Look Ollie, you and Moby are in the same class. You remember him from the garage?" Jax asked in a hopeful voice.
Moby smiled brightly at the blonde hair girl, happy to see a familiar face. He offered her a red colored crayon and a manila piece of paper. "You wanna color with me?"
A smile appeared on Ollie's face as she accepted the crayon and started to draw across the paper. The thoughts of her father leaving her disappeared and she was quickly occupied with the other children around her.
Jax took this moment to sneak out the door before his daughter noticed. As he was about to leave he peered through the glass window to take a last look at Ollie.
Ollie ran across the parking lot towards the garage, where her father was, with a piece of paper attached to her hand. Jax was talking to Happy about a motorcycle that was in front of them when Ollie bounded up to the two.
"Look daddy, I made you something!" Ollie happily handed Jax the piece of paper as she tried to stand still. It had been two weeks since she had started school and she loved every minute of it. Everyday she got up earlier and earlier because she couldn't wait to get to school.
Jax inspected the paper that had stick figure drawings of multiple people all holding hands. "Who are all these people?"
Ollie pulled Jax's arm down so that she could have a better view of the drawing and pointed to each person on the paper.
"That's Uncle Bobby, Uncle Opie, Uncle Tigger, Uncle Piney, Uncle Juice, Uncle Chibs, Uncle Happy…Is Kip my uncle?" Ollie paused in her explanation and looked up at Jax for confirmation. He nodded his head up and down and she continued talking. "Okay good because I put him on here but I wasn't sure if he was an uncle too.
"And there is Grandpa and Grandma and you and me!"
"It's great darlin', but who is that person in between you and me?" Jax asked once Ollie had finally stopped talking.
"That's my mommy." Ollie concluded.
"That's Wendy?" Jax asked still confused by the drawing. Ollie shook her head back and forth. "Then who is it?"
"Well I hope that someday that I have a mommy and I don't want to leave her out of the picture so if she sees this later she won't be sad." Jax just gave Ollie a funny look but did not comment on her choice of words.
"I love it kid, why don't you go show it to your grandma? I am sure that she will love it too." Jax nudge her towards the office. Ollie took off across the parking lot before remembering something and turning back around to the two men.
"Oh Uncle Happy, I made you something too." She opened her backpack and searched through it until she found another paper and handed it to the bald headed man. Happy accepted the paper from the small girl and looked it over, not sure what to make of it.
"It's a rainbow!" Ollie said after a moment of silence. Happy smiled down at her and let out a chuckle.
"Thanks." He patted her on the back, not sure how to show the girl gratitude for the drawing.
"You're welcome." She replied satisfied with his answer. "Don't ever lose it!"
Ollie ran off in the other direction looking for her grandparents so that she could show off her new drawing of her family. Before she ran into the office she spotted Moby sitting watching his dad work making her skid to a stop so that she could talk to her new friend.
"Hey Moby," Ollie said excitedly. "Do you want to come and play?"
Moby looked over at his dad for conformation before jumping down from the barrel that he was perched atop and following after Ollie into the clubhouse.
"Do you even know how to accessorize?" Ollie asked skeptically as Moby picked up a Barbie doll that had been left from the previous day. Moby shook his head back and forth slowly before setting the doll back down. Ollie let out a small huff in annoyance and looked around the room for something to do.
"Fine I will just teach you how to play 'house'." Ollie said after not being able to come up with anything else to do.
After trying many times to teach Moby how to play 'house' or even to get the point of it, Ollie finally gave up. She threw the dolls on the ground in frustration before stomping off.
"There needs to be more girls around this place!" She yelled to no one at all. "I can't wait till I get a mommy!"
Clay sat at the bar drinking a cold beer with Tig as Ollie sat next to them while working on her writing skills. She would occasionally look up from her homework and ask the two of them for help, but other than that kept quiet. The rest of the Sons littered the clubhouse having just gotten out of church not thirty minutes ago.
"Hey Uncle Kip, what does this spell?" Ollie pointed down to her homework in front of her and waited for the answer.
"Cat." He replied as he cleaned out a glass cup. Ollie nodded her head before placing each letter carefully on the sheet of paper.
"What about this?" She asked once she had finished writing out the last word.
"Bat." Ollie repeated her action before finally finishing and placing the paper inside her folder. She was about to put it away inside her backpack when it was snatched out her hands.
"Hey!" Ollie protested she turned around quickly to see who had stolen her folder from her grasps. Her grandmother stood with the folder open wide to the first page, where the calendar was, and a scowl on her face.
"Why did you get a red sticker today?" Gemma asked accusingly. A red sticker meant that Ollie had done something bad in the class that deserved punishment, not only in class, but at home too.
"I hit Allison L." Ollie said quietly. Gemma raised her eyebrow at the girl and waited for her go on. Jax walked up to the bar, catching what his daughter had just said.
"Why the hell would you do that?" Jax asked angrily. Ollie's lower lips pouted out as her father raised his voice at her.
"She said that her mom and dad said that daddy and everyone are nothing but a bunch of criminals and all of Sam Crow should all be put away in prison forever." Ollie defended, hoping she wouldn't get in trouble. "And then she said that she agrees with her parents, so I pushed and she tripped over the curb."
"But I don't even know anyone named Sam Crow so I told her that she was a stupid liar." A couple of the men chuckled at her innocence but Jax's face stayed impassive to her explanation.
"Come on, we're going home." Jax grabbed Ollie by her left arm and set her on the ground before leading her out to the car. He could see Gemma with a small smile attached to her lips as he passed by. His mother was actually proud of what his daughter had done.
The ride back to the house was completely silent and Ollie could tell that she was going to be in a lot of trouble when she got home.
"Who is Sam Crow?" Ollie asked as she looked out the window.
Jax paused for a second before answering her question. "It's not an actual person, it's an acronym."
"A what?"
"Each letter stands for a word. So, SAMCRO stands for Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Redwood Original."
Ollie said nothing and remained silent, thinking about what her father had just said. "So are you and grandpa criminals?"
At this Jax did not know what to say. He did not want to lie to his daughter but did not think it appropriate to tell her everything either. He pulled the car into the driveway of their house and waited for Ollie to get out of her seat before he followed as well.
As he was unlocking the front door he decided to finally answer her question. "Your grandpa, I and all of your uncles are not criminals but other people in this town like to think so. The rest of your life you are going to run into people who don't like the club or what we do, but you can't let them get to you. You are better than that."
Ollie nodded her head as she set her backpack down on the kitchen counter. She made her way to the back of the house toward her room.
"You are still in trouble for hitting someone." Jax called after her as she walked away.