That night Christine was lying in bed reading a book when she heard her father come in. It wasn't long before she heard Ashley telling him all about what she had said. Of course she left out her little snide remark. When her dad came into her room he wasn't all that mad just frustrated.

"Why do you have to always say things like that to her? You know she's sensitive."

"Yeah she's sensitive enough to whine to you about what I said but she isn't too sensitive to start it."

"Can't you just get along? You know how you come off towards people."

"How I come off towards people? Are you kidding me right now? You know what, I don't even care. Just tell her to keep her mouth shut and I'll continue to ignore her like she isn't there. Now if you don't mind, I'm trying to read a book."

Her father got up but before he closed her door he stuck his head back in "By the way Ashley and I are taking off tomorrow night for business. We have to go back to Miami but we should be back in about four days. The people delivering the furniture Ash bought will be here but she'll take care of it."

"Okay. Goodnight."

Christine lay there thinking about how she could get out of the house tomorrow. Going school shopping would probably be her best bet. She really did need to get some notebooks and stuff since after tomorrow she would be starting school bright and early on Monday morning she thought rolling her eyes.

The next morning Christine got up and took a shower. After putting on jeans and a tank top, cowboy boots, and her camo Chevy hat she headed out. It wasn't long before she ran up on an office supply store. After wandering around for an hour and getting basic stuff she headed back out to her car. Before she got within five feet the smell of gas hit her. Then she noticed the puddle coming from the back end of her car.

"Shit!" she said before throwing her stuff in the backseat. Taking off her jacket so she wouldn't get it dirty she walked over and shimmied underneath so that she could get a better look at what was wrong. There was a tiny leak in one of the two fabric lines connecting the pump to the main fuel line. Trying to think what she could do she got out from under the car and looked in the trunk….. Duct Tape. She laughed a big laugh thinking of the people back home and their saying if you can't duct it fuck it. She got back under the car and did a quick fix knowing it wouldn't hold for long. She spotted a phone booth over near the front of the store and went to look in the phone book for car shops. There was only one close by. Teller-Morrow Garage. Of freaking course she thought. Of course that would be the only one near here. Looking through the book again she saw that the only other one close by was forty five minutes away. There was no way she was risking driving that far. There was no telling if the duct tape would hold that long. Ripping the section out of the phone book she walked back in the store to get directions. The lady at the counter drew her a map and she headed towards the garage. Pulling through the gate that surrounded the whole lot she pulled up outside of a building that was the garage and what looked like warehouse sat on the other side of the lot. There was a big picture of the Grim Reaper Jax had on the back of his vest on the side of the building. There were motorcycles EVERYWHERE. After getting out of her car she spotted an office on the side of the garage area which she supposed was where the check in was at. Christine felt really smart for wearing a ball cap. It actually looked good with her leather jacket and her other pair of boots. But the hat most definitely was serving a purpose of keeping her hidden now. When she walked in the office there was a middle aged woman who had on a black shirt with jeans and high heel boots. The woman had a sense of maturity about her but she didn't look old. Her hair was shorter than Christine's own. It came to her shoulders maybe a little longer and it was dark brown almost black with big bold blonde highlights. Christine figured she had to be pretty cool and confident to dress that way.

"Um, excuse me. Can I get somebody to replace the fabric line in my car?"

The woman looked up and then looked Christine up and down. Christine wasn't really sure if the woman liked what she was looking at or was unimpressed but when she finally spoke to her it didn't come out rudely so she figured it was the former.

"Yeah come on in here and sit down baby so I can get your information. I'm Gemma. Gemma Teller Morrow."

Gemma took down all of Christine's information and took her keys.

"Not too sure how long it will take for your car, but there are two other cars that are ahead of you. Do you have to be somewhere?"

"Nope I've got nothing else to do today. Is there somewhere I can sit and read?

"Well in here's fine but if the light isn't bright enough there are picnic tables outside. Do you want anything to drink? It's pretty hot out there today. I got some water bottles and Coca Cola."

"I'll take some water."

Gemma got up and went over to the mini fridge that was sitting on top of a table in the corner that also had coffee supplies on it. Christine watched as Gemma took the cap off the water and threw it away before handing it to her. Christine really didn't want to say anything so she just held it and looked around awkwardly. The woman obviously wasn't stupid so she picked up that something was weird right away.

"Something wrong with the water?"

"No no, well, I mean yes. It's just I don't drink things that are open. Something happened to me and now I'm just very wary of drinking things that are open."

Christine couldn't believe that she had just blurted that out. Shut up! She thought. Just shut up. Stop talking before you blurt out all of your business. She never talked to anybody about anything that happened; especially not since she was made the laughing stock of the town. Gemma gave her an all knowing glance and got her another bottle of water.

"No really I'm fine. I don't want to be any ruder. You were nice enough to give it to me in the first place. I'm real sorry," Christine said while getting herself all worked up.

"Listen, everybody has their weird little quirks and not drinking something that's open is not even that weird."

Gathering her bag and the new bottle of water from Gemma, Christine told her thank you and walked outside before she could embarrass herself anymore. Christine walked over to the picnic table that was out in the sun. She took off her jacket and laid it over the table and sat her things. She pulled out the book she was reading the night before and quickly got absorbed in it. A few drops of water hit her book awhile later and pulled her out of her reading. When she looked up she saw rain clouds. The rain came up so fast she couldn't get out of it in time. When she had gotten back to the office she was completely soaked.

"Well you're soaking wet."

"Yeah sorry, I'm not trying to track water in here. Storms sure do come up fast here don't they?"

"Yeah, they come up fast and leave just as fast. You got any extra clothes in your car? There's no way you can sit in wet clothes like that."

"No I don't, but I'm sure let up in a minute though and I'll just go dry off outside."

"No. I'm sure there are some extra clothes lying around in the club. One of the boys t-shirts at least."

"What club?"

"The motorcycle club right over there," she said pointing towards the building on the other side of the lot.

So that's what the big warehouse like building was. Gemma grabbed an umbrella and they ducked underneath it and dashed for the other building. When Christine walked in it was kind of like the time she went to Disneyland except instead of people in Disney costumes and families walking around there were bikers walking around with the same vests on that Jax had and girls, who looked more like strippers and hookers. The reaper that was on the back of Jax's vest was everywhere in this place too. But the inside of the club looked like a bar. To the left there were tables. Up ahead on the right was a bar and up ahead to the left was a pool table. Past that were a pair of double doors that were closed. There was a hallway past the bar and Gemma was dragging me that way. There was a wall of mug shots on the way. Gemma was dragging her so fast though that she didn't have a chance to look at them. Gemma drug Christine down the hall that cut off to the left at the end. There was a motorcycle and some pictures and stuff set up on display in an alcove on the wall. Gemma took her to the second door on the left and when they got inside closed the door. She checked to make sure no one was inside and found a white t-shirt that looked too big.

As she was handing them over Gemma said "Here's this, I'm gonna go see if any of the other girls have a pair of shorts or some jeans they've left in here. Some of 'em are about your size. This is my boy's room so just get changed. Nobody should come in but me. He's in a meeting with the club right now anyways and I'll be right back."

Gemma took off and left Christine standing there feeling awkward. She was in Jax's room which was pretty damn dirty if she said so herself. It also smelled like sweaty socks and ass. She quickly changed into the t-shirt after smelling to make sure it was clean and it swallowed her just like she figured it would. She walked into the bathroom to dry off her hair a little bit. Luckily there were towels in there. Her hat was soaked so she just had to let her hair down. When she looked in the mirror she saw that her hair had gotten curly like it always does when it's wet. When she walked out she noticed that there were pictures tucked into the side of the mirror so she walked over and looked at them. Christine saw a picture of Gemma. There was a man standing on her left with sunglasses on. He had short white hair and a goatee beard on the other side of Gemma was Jax. Next to that was a picture of a man with Brown hair about the length of Jax's. It was an older picture. Then the last picture was of two little boys. Hoping that Gemma would hurry she thought about Jax walking in. Yeah, that's all I need, is for him to walk in here and think I'm a stalker and I'm stealing his clothes. Not long after that Gemma came back in with a pair of shorts; which were extremely shorter than your average shorts. These would have made even Daisy Duke blush.

"Sorry these were all I could scrape up. But the good thing is I think the shirt will reach down longer over them. Just come on out when you get done changing," she said as she walked out the door.

Christine sat her bag down and took off her pants and slipped on the shorts. They made her feel uncomfortable like she was wearing underwear. But Gemma was right the t-shirt came down at least three inches past them. She picked up her bag and opened the door. Gemma wasn't standing outside of it like Christine figured she would be. She walked back towards the front but didn't see her. Christine was about to turn around and go look the other way when she spotted Jax and a group of guys coming out of the double doors she had spotted when she first came in. She quickly turned her back to him and started chanting in her head, Please don't see me. Please don't see me. Please don't see me. The next thing she knew someone had come up behind her and put their arms around her waist from behind.

"Hey now let's get this party started." He said in the back of her hair.

Christine immediately went into panic mode and what she learned in self-defense class took over. In the blink of an eye she had the guy laying on his back on the floor gasping for air. When she realized that he had thought she was someone else she bent down and started apologizing. Gemma walked in while all the other guys, including Jax, were laughing at the guy who they were calling Tig. When Gemma got over to Christine she asked her if she was alright. Tig was still lying there groaning.

"Gemma I'm so sorry. He came up behind me and grabbed me and I just reacted. Oh my gosh this is embarrassing," she said while trying to pick her bag back up off the floor.

"Hey. Calm down. That what he deserves anyways for grabbing on people," Gemma said laughing. "Can't really help it though. Tig's been a groper as long as I've known him."

Tig started to get up so Christine offered her hand to help him up. Jax, the white haired man from the picture, Juice, and an older guy with an oxygen machine came walking over.

"Ma, what are you doing over here and who's this?" Jax said.

He didn't recognize her until she broke her gaze on the floor and looked up at him. Then he smirked and said "Well if it isn't Cornbread from next door."

Gemma looked at Christine then back at Jax while one of the guy's standing there said "Hell Jackie boy, this is the lass who you were talking about yesterday? She doesn't look all that feisty." This guy had an Irish accent and light brown hair with some grey in it. He also had scars going up his cheeks from either side of his mouth.

Christine's face got red and she started babbling "I didn't steal your shirt; your mom gave it to me. Mine got wet. I told her I'd be fine but she insisted." Then she quickly turned to Gemma "Have they fixed my car? I really should be getting home," and then she took off towards the door. Once out the door she spotted her car. It was in the same place. Of course, she though. My car wouldn't be done yet. She had made it half way to it before someone grabbed her arm. She quickly turned around and saw that it was Jax. He had that little smirk on his face and that really got under her skin.

"What the hell are you smirking about? I'm glad you find this mess funny."

As he was laughing he said "I'm sorry but there you go with your hands on your hips again. You really are a hot head."

Ignoring what he just said "Do you know when they're gonna be able to fix my car?"

"Follow me."

He was still smiling but Christine wasn't mad anymore. As he walked towards the office she stopped and threw her wet clothes in the backseat of the car. Then followed him to where he was standing inside. He flipped through the stack of papers until he came across hers. Then he walked through the door between the garage and the office. She reluctantly followed. She hung back when he went over to talk to one of the guys. Then he walked over to her car and pulled it into the garage.
"So the lines busted?"

"Yeah I walked out of the store and there was gas everywhere. I fixed it with duct tape until I could get here. I figure there might be some more damage that I couldn't see."

They raised the car up to get underneath it. It didn't take them to long to fix the line. They took it back down off the lift and cranked it to make sure it was running. Jax walked over to get Christine who had fallen asleep in one of the office chairs. He shook her a little bit and she jumped looking around.

"Hey, sorry about that. We're done with your car."

Christine stood up pulling the t-shirt down and grabbing her bag. They had pulled the car back into one of the parking places. She walked towards the car and Jax followed her.
"Thanks a lot. I already paid your mom when y'all were working." She said opening the door and standing there. "I'll get your shirt back to you and these shorts back to… well whoever they belong too."

She climbed in her car and shut the door. "Tell your mom I said thanks by the way. For the dry clothes and all." She then cranked her car and pulled out.

The whole way home she couldn't believe how much she embarrassed herself. When she got home it was around four in the afternoon. All the furniture was there and arranged and there was a note on the counter.

Christine,

Went ahead and took off early. We'll be back around Friday if we don't get caught up. Left the credit card so you would have some spending money.

-Dad

There wasn't any I love you or anything. Of course she didn't really expect there to be. Her relationship with her dad had never been that way. Putting the letter back down on the counter she refused to even pick up the credit card. Needing to take a nap she lay down but couldn't sleep. Tomorrow was her first day of school. On top of that she was starting to get a headache. Deciding that sleep wasn't going to come right now she made her a sandwich and then took a shower to relax. Her head was still pounding when she was laying there at eleven that night. She heard someone crank music up next door. She put her pillow over her head to try and block it out. It was too loud though and she couldn't. After two hours they still hadn't let up. Two long hours of her getting more and more pissed off. She had even started pacing. She had to be up at six to get ready for school. At this rate she wasn't going to get any sleep. Going outside in her tank top and pajama shorts barefoot she took off down the driveway and towards the house with the music. Of course it was Jax's house. This made her even madder although she didn't know why. Walking up through the yard she saw a few people eyeing her. They were mostly guys standing around drinking with girls who looked like complete sluts. When she got to the door she banged on it so hard she thought she broke her hand. It sounded like one of those knocks that the police use when they come looking for someone; loud and to the point. Nobody came to the door though. She could hear the party going on inside. She turned around and kicked the door with the heel of her foot three times. This time everybody got quiet inside. It wasn't but a few seconds before Jax opened the door with his eyes at half mass. She could tell that he was drunk. The guys who were in the house were also looking from where they were standing like they were waiting for something to jump off. Someone cut off the music. Although everyone was staring Christine was still way beyond pissed to be nice.

"Do you know what fucking time it is?" She yelled. But continued without and answer, "It's around one a.m. Not only do I have a headache from hell I have to be up at six in the morning and I can't sleep with all this fucking racket going on over here. So turn the shit down. Do you hear me? If I have to come back over here I'm gonna beat the shit out of you." With that she turned on her heel to go back to her house. There were a bunch of "Ohhhh's" from the guys. They're all childish she thought. Every last one of em acting like ignorant children. Nobody had turned the music back on though and she hadn't heard anyone close the front door. When she got to her own door she saw that Jax was still standing there looking her way. She slammed her front door as hard as she could. Ha! She thought, let him stare at that. She climbed into bed and fell asleep.