Author's Note: Wow, it's been a while since I updated this. But I've been in the mood to actually write stuff so here's the shortest one yet, haha. And it's number 10! Whoooo! I haven't watched any of season 3 yet because I don't have FX. But I have been spoiling myself by reading stuff online about it. And I don't like Ima. Apparently, Kelly doesn't either. So here's her being a little bratty bitch about it.

Disclaimer: I don't own SoA. Just Kelly. Song by Ke$ha.

SONS OF ANARCHY

100 theme challenge

83. Breakfast

Wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy (Hey, what up girl?)
Put my glasses on, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of jack
Cuz when I leave for the night I ain't comin' back.

- "Tik Tok", Ke$ha

I hated waking up at the clubhouse. It took me forever to untangle myself from the blanket and find something I wouldn't find embarrassing to wear out where the others could see me. I shuffled down the hallway in my track pants and baggy SAMCRO t-shirt, my sneakers unlaced. My destination was the kitchen.

The main room was, once again, littered with passed out, half-naked people. As gross as that typically was, I was too tired to pay much attention to it. I merely walked into the kitchen and began my usual routine of making myself hot chocolate. I was a hot chocolate fanatic to the point I would drink it even on the hottest days of the summer. And I lived in California to top it off.

I had settled into a seat and was taking my first sip when she walked in. I scowled at her back. Stupid pornstar. I was able to deal with her being around but I hated how she was suddenly supposed to be my best friend because she was fucking my older brother. That wasn't how it worked. I was supposed to actually like you for that. But nooooo. Ima thought because she was getting some from my brother, it meant I liked. I had nothing against pornstars, afterall, I managed a pretty decent friendship with Lyla. So there was definitely a double standard there, but Lyla hadn't broken up Jax's relationship with Tara. Perfectly pregnant Tara. Not that I was supposed to know that but I had overheard her telling my mother. Eavesdropping was informative.

Ima rooted through the fridge briefly before turning to look at me. I instantly put a half-assed smile on my face.

"What's for breakfast?" she asked, sounding actually civil.

"You a Son?" I asked back. She frowned slightly before shaking that bobble head of hers.

"No."

"Then I'm not making you breakfast," I answered, taking a sip of my hot chocolate. "Go find your own breakfast." Her frowned deepened.

"I'm a guest here. Your VP's guest," she said as she crossed the fridge and leaned against it with her arms crossed.

"Big whoop. That doesn't mean I have to make you breakfast." I set my hot chocolate on the table and started to make a big show about cooking breakfast for myself. She settled down on the other chair at the table, watching me unimpressed. Was I being a childish, little prick? Why yes. Yes I was.

Deciding on bacon and eggs, I fetched what I needed, knowing exactly where everything was. Unlike a certain someone. As my really large breakfast was cooking, I sat back in my chair, holding my mug in my hands as I stared at her. She stared back at me. I was trying my hardest to blink as little as possible in hopes of freaking her out.

"So… what are you doing today?" she asked, tracing a scratch on the wall with her finger. It was a nice attempt of conversing maturely. Unfortunately, she didn't realize I was going to use my age of twenty-one as an excuse to be immature.

"Not sleeping with other people's boyfriends," I answered without hesitation. Her eyes snapped up at me, clearly annoyed. Desired effect, accomplished.

"Why can't you accept that I'm with your brother now?" she snapped, all civility falling apart. I leaned across the table and gave her my most contrary smile, a trick I picked up off my mother.

"Because. I. Don't. Like. You." I accented each word clearly, like I was talking to a small child. Before she replied, I got up and checked on my bacon and eggs. Deciding they were done, I turned the stove off and deposited the food on a large plate before sitting back in place. I gave her my sweetest smile then - "Aah, breakfast. Delicious." – before I started digging in. She merely leaned back in her seat, arms crossed, as she glared at me.

Ima and I were enjoying a nice, quiet breakfast as Bobby came in, half asleep with an unlit cigarette hanging in his mouth. He stopped to stare sleepily at us both.

"What's for breakfast?" he asked, rubbing at one eye.

"I had bacon and eggs, what some?" I asked as I picked up my empty plate and mug, and put them in the sink.

"Yeah, sure." He shuffled out, probably to wait in the other room.

As I started Bobby's breakfast, I looked at Ima. Once I had her attention, I jerked my head towards the sink. "Wash the dishes."

"Are you kidding me?" she snapped, standing up. Ooh, she was mad now. "You insist you can't cook my breakfast, cook some for that fat guy, then order me to wash your dirty dishes! Who the fuck do you think you are?"

I quietly mulled my answer over for a minute before saying, "Bobby's not fat." She let out an annoyed, enrage noise before stomping up to me. She actually had the nerve to shove me up against the fridge. For all her skinny, twig limbs, she was actually kind of strong. I didn't let my surprise show on my face; I merely looked at her passively.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she demanded. "Did your mother drop you on your head as a baby? Ever since I got with Jax, you've been acting like some damn fuckin' bitch who thinks she owns the world! You think you're better than me or something? Like hell you are!"

Ouch, the lady had some attack in her afterall. She had been taking my shit for the past few days, I thought she was just going to be a doormat. I had finally pushed her far enough that she actually pushed me. But if she thought that was going make me bow down to her, she had another thing coming. She must have forgotten who I was raised by.

"You forget who you are," I answered, as calmly as I could. "You're cheap sex for Jax. I, on the other hand, am the president's daughter, vice president's sister and a member's old lady. I think I have a little more authority than you do."

She took a step back from me, obviously still mad. "I'm gonna be Jax' old lady."

"Yeah, good luck with that," I retorted, leaning back against the fridge. I smiled sweetly at her. "Then we'll be sisters and you'll have to put up with me. Won't that be fun?"

Ima scowled at me. "You're gonna have to deal with it. I'm with Jax. You have to be nice to me."

"I don't have to be nice to sluts," I answered. The word was barely out of my mouth before Ima was in my face again. But it was slightly different this time. My cheek stung with slight pain. Damn bitch had slapped me. She actually slapped me.

"I'm older than you," she hissed. "I don't have to take your bullshit. Keep your mouth shut like a good child." I rubbed my sore cheek with my hand gingerly. Damn, she had a good smack. That really hurt.

I didn't mean to do it really. It was an anger reflex. The way she looked at me so smugly. I unconsciously slapped her back. There was a stunned look on her face after that.

"Kelly." The reproach came from the doorway. I looked past Ima to see Jax standing in the doorway, looking clearly unimpressed with the slap. He strolled into the kitchen and stopped between us. He scowled down at me. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Nothing," I answered, somewhat meekly. Both Mom and Dad had told me not to push Jax's buttons. He had a little shit on his plate these days so I was a little cowed under his presence. I merely turned around to see to Bobby's breakfast. I could hear both Ima and Jax leave the kitchen behind me, one settling down into a chair outside while the other went back down the hall to the dorms.

I got Bobby's breakfast onto a plate before bringing it out to him. He was a little more awake and gave a thanks before digging into it. Jax was the one who had come into this room. He sat on a couch near the pool table. He gave me a look of disapproval. I merely rolled my eyes and wandered down the hallway. Ima was in Jax's room with the door open. She looked up as I passed by; I couldn't help but mutter "Slut" under my breath as I passed.

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