Rebel took a sip of her second beer and almost choked when Tara entered the clubhouse. Rebel clenched her hands to fists and had to restrain herself from beating her up. She quickly pressed a smoke between her lips and walked outside. When her eye caught Jax, who was smoking as well, she sighed. Sure. Why not?

He looked over his shoulder when he heard her sigh. "Long day?"

"Got that right," she muttered, taking a hit and inhaling the smoke. She drank him in and noticed he hadn't changed much. Same clothes, same don't-give-a-fuck-about-anythin' attitude.

It was her job to deceive Jax, but she first needed to resist the longing to smash the place up. That wouldn't be very charming.

"'n' you?" she asked, only a little interested. "How was your day?"

Jax breathed out a cloud of smoke. "Nothin' special," he said. He stared into her eyes and smiled. "We went to the same school, right?"

Rebel pressed her lips together. "Could be." What a fucker. No way he wouldn't remember her. She'd been best friends with Tara, until that slut had wrapped him around her own finger. Rebel threw away her smoke and just wanted to go back to the clubhouse when someone suddenly threw his arms around her neck and pulled her close.

"Hey doll!" Tig yelled elated. "What a pleasant surprise." He grinned, showing his teeth. He was clearly happy to see her. His blue eyes lit up and his mouth was surrounded by little wrinkles.

Rebel smiled and studied his face. He looked older. Hopefully he'd became wiser too. "Hey daddy."

"What ya doing here?" he asked, curiously. She visited him now and then, but since high school she'd never came to the clubhouse. "Keepin' an eye on your old man?" He chuckled and swung an arm around her.

"Guess so," she smirked. "Believe it or not, but I started to miss Charming."

Tig smiled and pulled her close again. "I'm happy my little girl returned home. You wanna have dinner at my place tonight?"

Rebel nodded. "What time?"

"Seven?" he suggested, kissing her cheek. "Have to handle some things now. See ya later, baby." He patted her shoulder and walked to his motorcycle.

Rebel glanced at the clubhouse. She wanted to get another drink, but she was afraid she couldn't keep her head straight when she saw Tara again. She would love to blacken her eyes - or more. The thoughts alone were enough to make her grin.

"What's so funny?" she heard Jax ask.

She turned her head, looking right into the man's blue eyes. She stared back. "Nothin' special."

She remembered very well why she'd fallen in love with him. She hadn't met many men who were so self-confident, and she could easily drown into that blue eyes. Not that she would ever admit that...

She hoped he would consider her as a challenge. Since he was still with Tara, it shouldn't be that difficult. She was sure he had one night stands now and then. He was anything but faithful.

When she tilted her head, he smiled and brought his face closer. "Maybe we could discuss our high school experience next time?" he whispered in her ear. "Or... redo some things?"

After these words she realized he did remember some things. He was just smart, playing canny.

"Is that somethin' ya need?" she asked, provokingly staring into his eyes. She took the bottle of beer out of his hand, drank from it and licked her lips.

Their lips were separated four inches at most, and she saw him swallow. Secretly she enjoyed this. Maybe she would talk herself into his bed and divide Tara and him. She had no doubt she would succeed.

He smirked and put a strand of hair behind her ear. "When you look at me that way, I wanna do more than only reliving our high school memories."