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Chapter 10: What is It Good for? Absolutely Nothing.

"No" Jax's words reverberated around the church room loudly, boring a hole into everyone's ears.

"What?" Clay asked astonishingly.

"It has to be unanimous" Jax said. "I vote no"

"Why?" Otto asked, his jaw almost hitting the reaper table. "Is this about the party?"

"No" he said. "I vote no"

"Why?" Otto asked, his jaw almost hitting the reaper table. "Is this about the party?"

"No" his mouth said. Yes, his mind said, "Op ain't ready yet. He's not ready. I can't tell you how he ain't, but he ain't. This isn't personal. I just don't want everything dumped on him right now, Piney at Saint Thomas, and Mary moving away. This isn't the time."

"Alright" Clay said. "I don't like it, and I don't agree with you" he slammed the gavel down. "But it's your vote."

Jax was out of the clubhouse and back onto his bike before Opie took the news. And was riding away as Opie came out of the building.

"You fucking asshole!" He screamed at Jax as he roared out of the parking lot. "SHIT" he threw a beer bottle onto the ground in front of him and walked to his bike.

The next day at school wasn't much better for Jax and Opie. They had ridden in, or skipped together almost every day this year. Now, they were going out of their way to avoid each other.

Jax was sitting in eighth period Chemistry. With Tara. Needless to say, things were a bit awkward for them, Jax wasn't even sure she knew about the full extent of him and Alex. He himself didn't know the full extent of him and Alex. It wasn't going any farther than it had already gone.

Tara, meanwhile, was completely pissed. How could Jax have said such horrible things to her? While Mr. While was rambling on about carbon atoms, she wrote out a note for Jax.

I feel really bad you know. Not that you blew me off in the middle of the hallway, not that she sucked you off, none of that. I feel bad for you Jax. Because you had a chance to be with me and you blew it. If you keep treating people like this. You'll have no one. Tara.

She kept the note hidden on her lap until the bell rang. With the final resounding ring of the bell, she slammed it down on his desk and got out of the room as fast as possible. He read the note fast, Jax was always a fast reader. He followed her out, "Fuck," He said. "Fuck fuck… Tara!"

Tara ignored him. "COME ON" Jax yelled behind her. She fast walked down the hall to the main entrance, where Alex was standing.

"Oh shit" Jax said, realizing at once was about to happen.

Tara punched Alex in the face with all of her strength, Alex fell back and groaned in pain. "Bitch" Tara shouted as she fell onto the floor. A large crowd gathered around the pair as they tussled on the ground, kicking, scratching, and biting. Jax tried to push his way through, but the chanting circle around the fighters. Alex clawed her long fingernails into Tara's arm, drawing blood.

"OUT OF THE WAY" Jax yelled at the crowd, moving people aside as Tara pulled Alex's hair.

Alex's face was smashed onto the cold tiled floor as Jax pulled Tara off of her. "Fuck" he grabbed Tara by the arm and moved her out of the way. "Jesus Christ."

"What's wrong Teller" One of the boys in the front of the crowd asked. "One girl slicing your dick open isn't enough for you?"

Jax stopped as the kid's friends laughed. They weren't laughing when Jax swung and popped the teenager in the nose.

Opie liked to be alone. It suited him. He liked the solitude of it, being alone to think, getting some breathing room. He was sitting inside Ray's, a local burger joint in Charming frequented by many of the teenagers that went to CHS. He was sipping on a soda as he waited for his burger and fries. If he'd wanted a beer, he would have gone to the clubhouse. He didn't want to see anyone, not right now. Even his brothers could lift him out of this mood.

"Hey" A foreign female voice addressed him. "Your Opie Winston, right?"

Op looked up at the stranger. A short, by his standards at least, girl with long brown hair. She was wearing slightly loose jeans and atheletic running shoes. Farther up, she was wearing a gray tank top with green stripes running horizontally through the shirt.

"Yeah" Opie said. "Can I help you?"

She sat down at the booth and crossed her legs. "You work at Teller-Morrow right?"

"A lot of questions" Opie took a sip of his soda "Yes I do, what's it to you?"

"Well, see that shitty little Toyota parked over there." She pointed at a red car in the parking lot.

"I'm gonna go out on a limb and say it's yours?" Opie smiled.

The girl smiled back at him. "Yeah, It's absolutely horrible. I can hardly get down the street without it breaking down."

"So, let me guess again and say you want some automotive service?"

"Yeah, and I figured you'd be able to help me." She took his soda from him. "Anyway, you should call me." She handed him a piece of paper, "I'm Donna"

"Their late" Tom said, "This is off man, I don't like it"

"Lazy fucks" Otto threw the rest of his cigarette onto the ground and stomped it out. "They blame us for their late shipment and they don't even think to come here early. They're treating us like a bunch of punks." The Vice President scowled as the sun began to set. He and Tom were leaning against their van in a small abandoned warehouse outside of Oakland.

"Otto?" Tom asked after a few seconds of silence.

"Yeah?" Otto replied as he lit another cigarette.

"What do you thinks going on between Jax and Opie?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, all the shit between them since that party the other day." Tom took the smoke that Otto handed him. "Then Jax says no to Op's patch in vote. That's some fucked up shit."

Otto took a long drag. "Way I see it, Jax and Opie have been friends since they were in diapers. One party isn't gonna be enough to wreak their kinda brotherhood." Otto cracked the vertebrae in his neck and groaned "I'm more worried about Clay to be truthful."

"Clay hasn't been the same since JT's accident."

"No man" Otto said. "Clay's the same, it's the club that's changed. Come on, Piney stepping down as VP, giving it to me, I'd rather he kept it for himself. All this extra gun running"

"I thought the extra shit was good for SAMCRO"

"Not in the long run man, ATF has landed in Charming, and if we don't take care of that M4 we could all be going to jail." Otto scowled again "Sure it's plenty of extra cash, but at what fucking cost? If the cops get us with these guns even once, that's a ten year stint in Stockton yard."

"Speaking of Stockton," Tom finished his cigarette "You hear anything about Lenny?"

"Yeah" Otto stood up and stretched his back "They just finished his surgery. Poor guys gonna be talking through a hole in his throat for the rest of his life, and in prison no less"

"Well, that's what you get with a four pack a day habit and the tendency to kill ATF agents."

They both laughed as they leaned back against the van and smiled. "I miss that guy" Otto said "That's for sure."

"Shit" Tom said, "They're here"

Cars began pulling up to the warehouse as Tom and Otto got off of the van, Tom tossed his cigarette and stomped it.

"Clay ain't even gonna be here to give me my 'late' guns" Tre walked up to them as he adjusted his purple bandanna.

"Man relax" Otto said, "Your lucky we ain't charging you extra."

"And your lucky you've still got business with us" Tre said, "After that shit you pulled with the Chinese"

"We got them off of your ass" Tom retorted

"Well, now that they think they're so fucking amazing with that Mayan war, they think they can roll into Oakland and start taking what they want. You did more to fucking hurt us than help."

"You needed a problem taken care of" Otto said grimly "We took care of it. The fallout is on you" he pushed a large bag of guns into Tre's arms "Asshole"

Otto and Tom got back into the van after collecting their money. "Dickhead" Tom whispered as they drove away. "You think that was a good idea Otto, calling him an asshole like that?" Tom looked back at the large amount of cars following them.

"I did before" Otto grimaced, "I'm starting to have second thoughts."

Meanwhile, back at the Niner convoy, Tre was sitting in the passenger seat of his Lexus. "Fucking white trash bitches think they can fuck with me. Call me an asshole. Give me one of those." He was handed an AK rifle. "Motherfuckers, let's get my money back, have our cake and eat it too."

"FUCK" Tom and Otto yelled as a hail of bullets shattered the back of the van.

"Maybe we shouldn't have given them any ammo" Otto said as he turned sharply.

Jax and Tara walked out of the assistant principal's office, wondering what to say to each other. When each had mustered the courage to speak, they spoke at exactly the same time.

"Look Tara…"

"Jax I…"

Tara stopped, "No" she stopped herself "You first."

"Tara, look," Jax brushed his hair back to keep it out of his face. "I'm sorry okay. I really am. I really did like you, I thought you were funny, smart, you were able to keep a conversation going, unlike that bitch" He gestured to the principal's office, where Alex was being reprimanded.

"Then why was she blowing you at your stupid party?"

"You gotta understand, okay, I'm going through some shit right now. I'm losing my best friend, you remember Opie, right?"

Tara thought and remembered the gentle giant that was Opie Winston. "Yeah" She nodded.

"Well, our families have always been super close. And now, his mom is leaving Charming and divorcing Piney, Op's dad. Mary, his mom, she's gonna get custody. She's headed for Mirada, and she's dragging him with her."

She wanted to scream at him, to tell him he was still in the wrong, and that she couldn't forgive him. But she looked deeply into his crystal blue eyes, and saw the same pain that she was feeling, the death of a parent, the extreme loneliness of school, and she understood, and muttered a simple, "I'm sorry"

"Don't be… look I know I'm a horrible person to do that to you, to give you such mixed signals like that. And I know I shouldn't have done what I did. But you have to believe me when I say that I am much sorrier that you are. And I know you can't give me a second chance, but I hope you can forgive me."

He walked off, semi jogging down the steps to reach his bike. Tara followed after him, clutching her backpack tightly as it flopped around as she ran. "Jax!" she finally caught up to him as he got onto his bike and started up the engine.

"I'll give you a second chance." Tara said confidently "As either a friend, or whatever you want this to be. But trust me, if you do something like that again, a chewed up penis will be the least of your worries."

Jax smiled for the first time in days, it seemed like what they said was true, people seek out partners that resemble their parents. And with those last words from Tara, it seemed like Jax had found his mother.

"You want a ride home?" he asked, grinning.

"Welcome back old man" Chibs said to Piney as the aging man stepped out of the car and walked into the clubhouse.

"Good to be back Chibsie" The former VP said as he was brought to the bar. "Get me a drink."

"Hey pop" Opie strutted to his father and gave him a fierce hug, making sure to avoid his head so as not to inflict any damage.

"Op" Piney swallowed down a glass of whiskey like it was nothing. "Look, I know this thing with me and your mom is complicated, but ugh, we're gonna find a way to keep you in Charming, for the good of the club."

"That's real good dad." Opie said proudly. "It feels good to have you back."

"Yeah, don't think I'm going anywhere for a long time, son."

Clay walked into the room, stretching out his arms to give Piney a large hug. "God it's good to see you." He tapped Piney on the chest "The old ticker still working."

"Smartass" Piney laughed and had another drink."So, what's this I hear about a party?"

"Sorry dad" Opie said as Clay glared "You ugh, you missed it."

Their remembrance was cut short by the sound of screeching tires. Clay, Chibs, and Opie ran out of the clubhouse, Chibs with a 9mm handgun in his palm. "The fuck" The scot yelled loudly.

Tom and Otto stumbled out of the van in haste. "Fucking Niners man." Otto swore as they tumbled out. "They just started shooting. We lost em, but they were shooting to kill."

"What the hell happened?" Clay asked.

"They blamed us for the fallout in the Chinese-Mayan thing." Tom said breathing heavily. "They tried to take us out."

"How the hell are we gonna work this out?" Opie asked his President.

"Fuck working it out." Clay swore as he turned around. "Fuck diplomacy. They tried to take out two of my friends, no, this means fucking war."

Hope everyone enjoyed the new chapter, we're only two chapters away from the season finale, so to speak. Please don't forget to review.