Author's Note: Hey guys, sorry about the insane delay. I'll have another chapter up within a week. Enjoy. (Bear with me I'm getting the plot rolling.)

I DO NOT OWN SONS OF ANARCHY OR THE CHARACTERS.

Music Credit: "Good Girls Go Bad" by Cobra Starship featuring Leighton Meester

Chapter Five:

I yawned as I hackled away at my test. I already turned in my projects this morning. They aren't due for awhile, but work keeps me pretty busy, and Dylan should be getting a break from school soon. I'd rather have my class work done and out of the way so I can spend time with him. That is one thing I like about online classes… I never tested exceptionally well, but with my online tests, I can spend as much time studying as I want and take the test when I have time. My grades have definitely gotten better.

I knew that I couldn't tell Dylan he had to go to college if I didn't. I want to be able to continue to support myself. I know that I can't work in a garage forever. But, I love it, for right now.

"Do you always get up this early?" Jax asked, coming up behind me to kiss me. I nodded.

"Only when I work on school stuff," I told him, taking a drink of coffee. "I like having it done and out of the way."

"How long have you been taking your classes?" He asked me, quietly. I shrugged. "A few years – I got my associates last year. I should be getting my Bachelor's next year." I told him, still submitting my answers.

"Shit, that's great. Are you going to keep going after your Bachelor's?"

"Probably… I keep finding classes that I want to take. By the time I'm finished, I'll qualified for everything." I joked. He laughed.

"I'm gonna shower." He announced. I submitted my last answer. I turned to face him.

"And you didn't invite me?" I asked.

"You're busy."

"Was," I corrected, following him to the bathroom.

I drove to the market in silence. Today is my day off – I try to make the most of them and try to do something productive. So, in my case, that's homework, cleaning, grocery shopping, and cooking for the next couple of weeks. I normally make dinners and freeze them, so I can just throw them in the oven when I get home from work. I normally don't feel up to cooking.

I parked and locked my car and made my way into the market. I grabbed a cart and started shopping. I feel so relaxed when I grocery shop. I didn't normally go with my mother. But, I normally steered clear of her while I lived with her.

It's normally a relaxing atmosphere. I put some fruit in my cart and stopped to look at something. I walked face first into someone. I looked up, mortified. I quickly replaced it with a glare. It's the guy from the dinner.

"Sorry." I told him as I walked away. He caught up with me, easily.

"I didn't peg you for the Martha Stewart type." He made conversation, politely. I looked at him, trying to decide if he was harmless.

"You probably assume a lot of things that aren't true." I shot back. He put a hand to his heart.

"Ouch. So, can I safely assess that you are the cooking type?" He asked, eyeing my cart. I nodded. "Excellent – another quality I look for in a woman." He smiled. I rolled my eyes.

"You're not my type." I walked away and continued to shop. He blocked my cart.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you're not my type. I didn't stutter." I clarified. He smirked.

"See, I think that I am your type. You're bluffing." He was so sure of himself. I shook my head.

"You're too conceited for my taste." I told him. He didn't say anything. He let me walk away in peace this time. What's up with him? I know that I'm not the only 20 year old, female in Charming. Jeez.

I danced around the house as I cleaned the living room and the bathroom. I sang as I vacuumed the living room. I checked the oven timer before starting the bathroom.

'Just one night couldn't be so wrong.
I'm gonna make you lose control.
She was so shy, 'til I drove her wild.
I make them good girls go bad.'

Cleaning went by in a blur. It normally does when I listen to music. I pulled the lasagna out of the oven and let it cool on the stove. I put the chicken enchiladas in and set the timer. I definitely feel productive, today. I got a lot of my cooking done – less to do later.

I sat down and took a break. I just finished the last of the cleaning. There's still more cooking to be done. I picked up a cell and called Dylan.

"Hello?" He picked up. I smiled.

"Hey little bro, staying out of trouble?" I asked him. He laughed.

"I'm fine. How about you? So, you finally got with Jax, huh?" I can just picture him smirking on the other side of the line.

"Not that it's any of your business, but yes, I did. We're… together."

"It's about friggin' time. You guys'll be good together. So, you don't have to worry or freak out or anything." He teased. He knows me all too well.

"Yeah, yeah. When's your break? Wanna visit your favorite sister in Charming?" I asked, hopeful. "I miss you like crazy."

"It's a few weeks. I don't remember the dates. I'll text them to you later. I can probably stay with you for a week. It'd be nice to see you and everyone."

"Awesome. It'll be nice. Oh, I gotta run. The timer's going off. Love you."

"Love you, too. Bye Katie." He hung up. I pocketed my phone and pulled food out of the oven. I popped the last batch of brownies in and did the dishes. I'm so tired, but I got everything done.

I hit my alarm harder than necessary, getting it to shut up. Why do mornings have to be so early? I was barely out of bed when I heard the doorbell. I fell out of bed and grabbed a pair of basketball shorts off of the floor and yanked them on. I pulled on a white beater as I walked to the door. I yawned as I pulled the door open.

"Alex?" I asked confused. He smiled.

"Good morning to you, too… I was wondering if we could chat." He said. I shut the door in his face and started walking away. He knocked on the door again. I sat down on the couch. He kept knocking. I walked back over to the door and opened it.

"What?" I snapped. He smirked.

"Someone's cranky in the morning."

"What the hell do you want? Speak or go away." I glared.

"Why don't you like me?"

"Are you serious? You show up unannounced at some girl's house, early in the morning, to ask why I don't like you?" I asked, incredulously.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Go away, or I'm calling Clay." I shut the door in his face, again. I locked the deadbolt and put on the chain. I walked over to the back door and did the same. I took a record-breaking shower and got ready for work. I left through the garage. I saw Alex waiting for me after I clicked the garage remote. I sighed and pulled my taser from my purse.

"I am really not in the mood. Cut the bullshit." I told him, annoyed.

"Is it really my cockiness that you don't like?" He asked.

"Yup and the fact that you don't listen. That all?" I asked. He smirked.

"Nope. I'm just getting started. Tell Jax that I stopped by. Tell him that I'm not afraid of competition and just because he stole Tara, doesn't mean that he'll be keeping you." He said, turning around. I grabbed his arm and turned him around, forcing him to back up against my house. I glared at him.

"First of all, I am not property. I chose who I am with. I am most certainly not something that's kept. Secondly, you're a creep. I don't like creeps. Show up uninvited to my house again and I'm going to shoot you. Do you understand?" I asked him, putting the end of the taser against his waist. He nodded.

"I like feisty women." He smirked, unfazed. I glared.

"I'm not interested. Stop hitting on me." I told him.

"For now," he finally conceded.

"Leave." I ordered. I stayed long enough to watch him get into his car and drive in the opposite direction. I called Clay on my way to work.

"Hey Darlin'," he answered.

"Hey, sorry to bother you so early, but I had a question for you."

"Sure, what is it?" He asked.

"Do you know what the deal is between Alex and Jax? I don't know his last name. He's brunette with blue eyes. He said there was something about Tara. He showed up at my house this morning. I straightened him out, but I wanted to know what the deal is." I explained.

"He was at your house? That stupid bastard. Yeah, he was with Tara before Jax knew her. Jax is the reason Tara broke it off with him. Alex wouldn't let her go. He got obsessive."

"Awesome. That's just what I need – a new creepy friend."

"Katie, if he gives you anymore trouble, let me know. The club'll handle it."

"Thanks Clay, you're the greatest. I told him if he showed up uninvited again, I'd shoot it him." I told him. Clay laughed.

"That's my girl."

"I try. I had to threaten him with my taser so he'd go. Anyways, I'm almost to the garage. I'll talk to ya later."

"Be careful." He hung up. Well, that just leaves Jax… Oh yeah, that'll put him in a bang-up mood. I pulled up to the garage and get into Gemma's office to lock up my purse. She lets me keep it in the safe in her office. That way it doesn't matter who goes in or out, I don't have to worry about it.

"So, what's this I hear about you and my son?" Gemma asked as soon as I walked into her office.

"We're dating." I answered, truthfully. She gave me a hard look-over.

"You know I love you, darlin', but don't break his heart." She walked over to me. I laughed.

"I was more worried about him breaking mine. Don't worry, he's safe."

"I know." She smiled and hugged me. "Do you still have the gun I gave you?" She asked. I nodded. "Good. Clay told me what you told Alex. Good girl."

"Thanks. I better get to work." I left and walked to the garage. I kicked off my shoes and stepped into my mechanic suit. I shimmied into it and pulled it up over my shorts. I buttoned the suit just enough cover my bottom half. Juice filled me in on what needed to be done on the car. I cranked the radio and got to work.

"Food!" Piney yelled, bearing lunch. I grinned. I'm starving. I grabbed a burger and snagged some fries and took a seat on the bar next to Juice.

"How's my girl?" Juice asked me. I took a bite of burger.

"I'm good. How's my taco man?"

"Excellent." He answered. We both dug into our food.

"Kate, can I talk to you a minute?" Jax asked. I looked up and nodded. I hopped off the bar and took my food and snagged another burger off of the table. I continued to eat while I followed Jax to the spare room at the club. I'm starving. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked as soon as we were in the room. He shut the door behind him. I took a seat on an empty chair and kept eating.

"I was going to tell you when I saw you. It wasn't dire. I took care of it." I told him. He didn't look happy about it.

"What did he say?" He asked. I gave him the short version. He nodded. "I don't want him around you."

"It's not like I invited him over." I shot back. My tone must have made him realize he needed to cool it. "Have you eaten?" I asked him. He shook his head. I handed him my other burger and my untouched fried. "Eat this. You'll feel better." I gave him a quick kiss. "I've got to get back to work. We can talk later. If you're that concerned, come over after work." I headed back to the garage.

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Xo Xo,
Anneryn