Thanks for all the reviews! You guys are awesome. I've had a couple people asking me about the other Savannah story. You should read this one first since I'll be rewriting the seasons when I get to them. Big thanks to KupKake who beta'd this chapter. I do not own anything in this chapter, besides Sav, everything else belongs to their rightful owners.

Chapter 11

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A week had passed since the night in the diner when Juice stood up for her. Her hours had increased, as had her amount of homework from her classes. She was getting swamped but in a good way. It was kinda nice to be busy. Savannah finally had the night off, and nothing to do. The lazy part of her wanted to just sleep all day. And that was the plan.

Sleep all day, work on the last of her school work all night. It sounded like a good enough plan for the night, or at least she thought so. She snuggled into her pillow, seconds away from falling asleep, when there was a banging on her door. Groaning, she put her pillow over her head, praying the person went away.

"Ignoring me's not gonna work anymore, Savannah! I know you're in there, let me in!" She heard Skylar call out from the hall.

When the banging continued, she knew she'd need to get up soon before someone came and kicked them both out. Not bothering to put her robe on, she padded through her apartment and opened the door to her angry friend. She knew her mom would be disappointed she didn't check first, but she knew it was just Skylar on the other side of the door. "I have nothing to say to you." She said through a crack just big enough to see Skylar's profile through.

Savannah went to close the door, but Skylar wasn't having any of that. She stuck her foot in the doorway before pushing her way in. "No, I'm sick of this cold shoulder shit. We're hashing this out whether you want to or not." She said, not taking no for an answer letting herself in.

If her mom could meet Skylar, Savannah had a feeling she'd like her.

Skylar went as far as sitting on her couch, making it clear she wasn't going anywhere until this thing was done. Savannah held out for another minute before sighing, shutting her door before going over. She sat on the other end of the couch. The two sat in silence for a moment before Skylar realized she'd need to start this. Taking a deep breath, she stared. "Look, I get it, you're pissed I slept with Juice, but this is ridiculous."

Savannah looked offended. It wasn't ridiculous to her. Skylar was her best friend, she should have known better. "How is it ridiculous?" She scoffed.

Shifting around, Skylar looked uncomfortable. The last thing she wanted to do was piss her friend off more, but she wanted this to be over. She was sick of the cold shoulder she was getting from Sav. The blonde wanted her friend back. "Because we're not in high school anymore, Sav. I didn't sleep with your boyfriend. You said you weren't interested in him, he's hot and single, and he certainly wasn't saying no. I know he walks you home after work, so how can you be friends with him but ice me out?" She asked, the hurt clear in her voice.

She was right though. Savannah had forgiven Juice, for the most part. He'd been walking her home every shift they shared since the incident. When he didn't, she'd always get a text from him asking if she got home alright. A part of her knew she shouldn't encourage it, she wasn't blind to the fact he liked her. It was sweet though, and she needed a friend in this big city, so she kept brushing it off as a friends thing.

"JC and I are just friends. You and I, we're best friends. It's different for us because . . . because you knew there was something between him and me. He should have been off limits. I've never had a best friend before, Skylar. I don't . . . I don't know how this works. Growing up in a small town, with the family I have . . . it's not easy. I got picked on more than I made friends. Anyone who pretended to be my friends, just wanted to get closer so they could meet my uncles." Savannah explained.

She knew that wasn't an excuse. She knew Skylar was right, they weren't in high school. She said she didn't want Juice, and just because she slept with him once shouldn't mean he's off limits to her. Seeing them together though, that hurt like hell. It felt like someone had stabbed her in the back, and that someone was Skylar.

"Seeing you and him in the hall, it felt like . . . I don't know, like it was a stab in the back. He was looking at me with this smug look and it just . . . it hurt." She went on, grimacing at the memories of that week. "So didn't help the next time I saw him? He had this blonde bimbo bent over one of the work benches in class."

That got Skylar's attention. "Shut up, he did not." With a nod, Skylar burst out laughing. "What a man-slut!"

And from there, the rest of the morning went by with a tub of Ben & Jerry's and giggles.

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Walking into the familiar club, Savannah still wasn't use to the crowd. She'd been here almost three months and it still amazed her how many people could fit in one space. She took in the strobe lights and the heavy scent that would make her head hurt in a few hours. The girls made their way over to the bar. Skylar ordered them a round of drinks.

Looking into the crowd, she wondered if Juice was working tonight. She knew that should be the last thing on her mind, but she was curious. She wasn't even sure why she wanted to catch sight of him. If he was working, it wasn't like she could talk to him. Did she even want to talk to him? Sure, they were friends. Friends could talk.

But tonight wasn't about Juice. Tonight was about her and Sky patching up their friendship. She really did miss her. It was hard to come home and not rant about her shift or her classes to her, and it was harder to sit next to her and not just whisper over to her in class.

As they clinked their glasses, both cheered in celebration. This was going to be a fun night, Savannah decided. She was going to cut loose and have fun. Tomorrow it was back to classes and work, but tonight she could have a couple of drinks and dance .

Pulling her out of her thoughts, Skylar yanked her up from the seat they had taken up at the bar and pulled her over to the dance floor. Squeezing in, the girls wasted no time in starting to dance to the techno beat. They bounced to the beat, laughing as they moved together. The people around them paid them no attention, lost in their own worlds.

Soon enough, they were approached by two guys. Skylar had no problem welcoming the blonde one behind her, leaning into him as they moved in sync together. Savannah turned to face the red head behind her. He was cute, she noticed right away. The red hair and freckles worked for him. He was a good few inches taller than her, good build. She could work with this.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, he drew her closer by putting his hands on her hips. Not a bad dancer either, she realized. His face was nuzzled in her neck, his hot breath hitting her skin as he breathed hard. She didn't mind much. She'd rather be looking at him, sure, but it wasn't like he was stepping on her feet or anything .

Her eyes roamed the room . A chill went down her spin, the feeling of someone watching her coming over her. There, in the back corner. Juice. He was here, and he'd found her before she could find him. From the scowl on his face, she could tell he didn't like what he'd found either. Her brow raised in a silent challenge, as if daring him to do something about it.

Maybe it was the two drinks she'd already had, but she almost wanted him to do something . The thought of him shoving this guy away and pulling her through the crowd, it made her insides warm up. That was something that just happened in movies though. He wouldn't do anything like that. Disappointment flashed through her, and she suddenly didn't feel like dancing with this guy anymore.

Pushing away from him, she gave him a weak smile before slipping through the crowd and heading back to the bar. Waving her hand, she called for another drink. Thankfully he'd given her drinks before with Skylar, so he didn't bother carding her for this one. Sitting down, her eyes scanned the room for him again. He wasn't in the corner anymore. Curiousity filled her as she searched for him.

Was he on his way over here? No, she couldn't see anyone coming in her direction. Looking back at Skylar, her heart dropped. He was coming up to Skylar and the two guys, his goofy grin in place. He wanted to dance with her, not Savannah. Her fantasy was coming true, only for the wrong girl. The two guys backed off as Juice stepped in.

At least Skylar seemed to realize a few minutes in that her partner had changed. She even looked tensed when she realized it was Juice. It felt like a slap to the face seeing Juice dance with her, all the while knowing she was watching. Again. This couldn't get any worse. Until it did. He was whispering in her ear. God only knows what, but Skylar's eyes immediately shifted to the bar to find her.

Savannah's cheeks blushed when she realized they were talking about her. This couldn't be anymore mortifying if she wanted it to be. What did she do? She couldn't just leave, she wouldn't give them that much power over her. She couldn't just sit here and gawk at them either though. She wouldn't be the heartbroken idiot.

Grabbing another drink, she got up and moved out of line of sight. Just because she couldn't leave, didn't mean she had to watch them or be watched by them.

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Savannah could feel the effects of all the drinks she'd had tonight. Her head was swimming with thoughts that were heavy, like she was under water or weighted. Or something. After seeing Skylar dance with Juice, even after she confessed she liked him out loud, it made her good mood go completely sour. Now all she wanted to do was go home, but Skylar was her ride and she wasn't sure walking was the best idea either. She didn't want to give them that satisfaction either.

So she was stuck here, not sure what to do with herself. That led to the drinking, and now she felt the sudden urge to give Skylar and Juice a big F-U and have some fun. Slipping off the stool, her landing was a bit unstable, but she didn't care. The room was spinning as she found a spot on the dance floor. Closing her eyes, she raised her arms up and started to sway to the beat. This was so much fun, she thought to herself. Just dancing and letting loose.

Blocking out the rest of the world, she was in her own bubble as she danced. It was just her here, no backstabbing best friend or grease monkey partner. It was only her, just the way she liked it.

But, then she didn't. She hated being alone. That was why she loved the club back home in Charming. She'd never be alone. Sure, there was a charter here too, but she barely knew the ones here. She missed Tig, Bobby, even Kozik. Obviously she missed Jax and Opie too.

Her movements began to slow as her mood turned for the worse. She just wanted to call home and tell them how much she missed them. She wanted to tell Kozik she even missed him, Piney too. He was a grouchy old man, but she loved him too. Love. That was some evil shit. It hurt more than it felt good.

She was pulled from her thoughts when someone put their hands on her hips, pulling her back into whoever it was. For a moment, she wondered if it was Juice. "Don't look so down, baby. We still have a dance to finish." That hope was quickly forgotten when she glanced back to see it was the guy from behind. How long had she'd been here? Why hadn't he moved on to someone else since she pushed him off? Why did she even push him off in the first place? She couldn't remember.

She let him pull her against him, moving her with him to the beat as he pressed his face into her neck. Tilting her head back, he took the chance to start kissing her neck. In the back of her mind, she knew this was wrong. He wasn't the one she wanted kissing her neck. It didn't feel as good like when Juice did it. His grip was too tight on her hips, no doubt going to leave a bruise if he kept it up.

She could feel his hard-on against her back and tensed up. This wasn't what she wanted. This wasn't who she wanted. Her body wasn't complying with what she wanted though. She turned to push him off, but he didn't get the hint. Suddenly his lips were on hers and she was pulled flush against him. Pushing against his chest, she tried to keep her mouth closed. She was hoping he'd get the hint and stop.

Of course he didn't, but someone else did. The ginger was suddenly yanked off of her and tossed away. Surprise filled her wide eyes as she saw Juice standing there, fuming from the looks of it. "You alright?" He asked, worry suddenly coming over him as he looked over. He was worried about her. Maybe she was wrong, maybe he didn't want Skylar after all? She really hoped not.

All the anger was suddenly replaced with another feeling. Lust. This was twice now he'd come to her rescue. Not saying she needed a white knight, but in her current drunken state, it was greatly appreciated. "I'm perfect." She muttered as she moved closer. Before he could question what she was doing, her lips were on his.

He didn't hesitate on kissing her back. It was like a knee jerk reaction. This was right, she thought briefly as she let him deepen the kiss. She was getting that familiar feeling she got when she was getting a good kiss. His fingers clenched around the bottom of her shirt, tugging her against him.

Her kisses were sloppier this time, but still amazing. She wasn't as skilled as Mel, but not as rushed as Skylar. Somewhere in the middle, and he liked that. His eyes shut as she started kissing his jaw. Her lips were soft, gentle. They felt good. So good. "Let's . . . go back . . . to . . . my place." He heard her whisper between kisses.

That seemed to wake him up. As badly as he wanted to accept the offer, and he probably would have if it was anyone else, he couldn't take advantage of Savannah like that. If they were going to hook up again, he wanted her to be sober and actually remember it. Pulling away from her, he kept her at arms length. "Hey, hey, no need to rush, princess. How about we get you home and go from there?" He suggested.

With a dazed nod, he gave her a weak smile before wrapping an arm around her. She looked a little wobbly on her feet. Looking towards the bar, he noticed his friend behind it watching him curiously. He motioned to Savannah with his head. He didn't need to explain to him, he knew he'd get it. With a shared nod, Juice knew he was covered.

Pulling Savannah out into the cold crisp air, he wondered if he should just walk her home. From the look of her though, he knew she wouldn't make it half way. That left his car. Was that a good idea though? She'd see the little room he'd made up in the back seat. Was she sober enough to really connect the dots though? Hell, would she even remember seeing it come morning? He doubted it.

Car it was then.

She seemed semi aware as he led her down the familiar alley he'd parked his car. He didn't like parking it where people could look inside. He didn't need his co-workers putting two and two together. "Are we gonna fuck again back here? That-that was so much fun, JC. Like, the best fuck I've ever had." She spoke up, giggling as she leaned against him.

He couldn't help but chuckling. He doubted she'd be telling him this if she was sober. It was a nice ego boost to know he was the best she'd ever had though. "Not tonight, babe. Maybe next time." He chuckled, stopping at his car. He put her up on the front hood while he unlocked the car. He should probably get the heat going so she didn't freeze.

Going back to her, he helped her down off the hood, pausing as her body brushed against his own. Looking down, he found her looking back up. Brushing her hair back, he wished he could take advantage of this, but he'd hate himself later if he did. She'd hate him if he did. "Come on, lets get you in the car and take you home." He said softly, breaking the stare as he helped her into the passenger side.

Jogging around the side, he slipped into the driver's seat and revved the old engine. Looking over at her, he had to take a deep breath. She was biting her lip, looking at him with that lusty look in her eyes. She wanted him, and fuck, he'd be lying if he said he didn't want her too. He wasn't some jerk though. He wouldn't take advantage, even if her hand was reaching over and stroking him through his jeans.

This was going to be the worst drive of his life.

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Walking through the front door, Savannah only had one thought on her mind. She wanted to kiss Juice again. She wanted him to kiss her back, maybe even do more. If she didn't do this now, she was going to back out later. Juice was here, in her home, and she doubted that was going to happen again. She knew he wanted it too, his hard-on spoke for him while they were driving back to her place.

He was trying so hard to keep himself in check though. It was one of things she admired about him. He could be a good guy when he wanted to be. Of course, even he had his limits, and her touching him like she did was his. She was smiling as he pushed her against the door, shutting it in the process. His mouth attacked her neck, just like she wanted him to. He couldn't take it. He wanted her.

Her fingers threaded through his hair. It was longer since the last time they did this, she realized. He nipped at her neck, causing her to gasp and tug in his hair. "Juice." She moaned. He chuckled, kissing the spot he'd just marked. Pressing his lower half into her, she blushed upon feeling his hard-on. It was clear what he wanted.

His hands grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. His mouth moved to hers, their lips moving in sync now. There were too many clothes between them. She wanted him to move this along, move this to the bedroom. He was keeping it at this though. He might not be able to resist kissing her, but he could control his dick. It couldn't go further than kissing.

As long as they stayed away from furniture and her hands stayed out of his pants, he could keep this from crossing a line he wasn't willing to cross. She meant something to him, and he did really like her. "Juice, please." She pleaded. She had an ache inside of her, a need she knew he could fulfill if he let himself. It'd been so long, and she wanted him so badly.

Pulling back for air, both were breathing hard. Their eyes were locked, both sharing a similar look of want. She didn't see why they weren't moving this forward. It was obvious he wanted to fuck her. So why wasn't he? She was offering herself to him willingly. She wanted it. Needed it, dammit. Couldn't he see that? Feel that? "Come on, Juice. I want to be with you." She whispered, pleading with him.

Shaking his head, he knew the moment was over. He couldn't do this. Making out with her was one thing, but he couldn't sleep with her. Not tonight while she was drunk. He didn't want her to regret it. "I will if you still want to tomorrow. I'll crash on the couch. You should, uh, head to bed. Mind if I, um, you know, go take a cold shower?" He asked, chuckling weakly.

He saw the confliction on her face. She didn't want to sleep, she wanted to fuck. With a frustrated, sigh, she finally gave in and nodded. Letting her go, he fixed his shirt and gave her a quick kiss before bolting to the bathroom. "I'll see you in the morning then." He called back before disappearing down the hall.

Savannah huffed, frustrated both sexually and mentally. Juice wanted her, it was clear enough, so why didn't he take advantage? She was too drunk and tired to figure it out. Fixing her clothes, she yawned and headed for her room. She'd just have to figure it out in the morning, she guessed as she went into her room and dropped onto her bed. It wasn't long before sleep came over her and all thoughts of how confusing Juice was disappeared for a few hours.