A/N: Who's ready for some High school anarchy? Bring on the nostalgia.

-Veritable Old Lady Crow


"Did they kick in yet?" Jax asked, turning towards the front passenger side of the car.

"Eyes on the road," Gemma scolded, smirking. She reached for his hand, lacing it with hers as they rode through the last few blocks leading to their house.

"You may not know it," Jax admitted, smiling, "But I've been sneaking your car out since I was like twelve."

"Even if I didn't notice the car keys missing, I could always tell."

Jax twisted his mouth up to one side. "You trying to say I dented up your ride? I never even got a scratch on it."

"You didn't," Gemma agreed. "I just knew the bra and panties I always found in the backseat weren't mine."

Jax chuckled as he pulled into their driveway. Shutting the car off, he quickly hopped out, walking around to the other side to open her door for her. Wrapping his arm around her, he took her suitcase-sized purse from her, sliding it up his shoulder as they walked towards the house.

He knew she didn't really need his help.

She was hauling ass through the hospital hallway with him when Chibs and Padraic had shown up.

But he also knew how to butter her up—and when it needed to be done.

"Doc' says not to drive as long as you're taking those pills," Jax commented, as they headed towards the master bedroom.

Gemma stopped short, ignoring the pain shooting through her chest when she turned towards her son, hand on her hip as she narrowed her eyes. "You think you're gonna be riding around in my car don't you?"

"Come on, Ma," Jax whined, all but batting his eyelashes. "You really gonna make me walk to Opie's house? To school? You know I never get up on time. I don't want to be late. I value my education."

Gemma laughed. "You're so full of shit."


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Lowell Harland Sr. sat at the edge of his bed, thumping his foot against the railing underneath it while he waited.

Looking up at the sound of the hospital room door opening, he somehow managed to return the wary smile the entering physician cast in his direction as he made his way towards him—clip board full of papers in his hand.

"Good Morning," Dr. McNamara said, stopping to slide the chair at his bedside towards the edge where he sat before joining him. "I just heard the bad news...Is it the facility?"

Lowell blinked. "I'm sorry?"

"Our plan was for you to head straight to rehab as soon as you were discharged," the concerned doctor recapped. "I was wondering if maybe you weren't happy with the reading material I gave you on the facility and that was why you were no longer going. It's actually one of the few rehabilitation centers that's covered under your insurance plan. You want to tell me what's going on?"

"My family needs me right now," Lowell said. "I can't afford to be away—"

"You can't afford to not to be," Dr. McNamara interrupted. "I'm gonna be candid with you Lowell. Sixteen. That's how many years of sobriety you just ruined. You have a boy my age...we'll do anything for our children. That's why I don't even have to ask. I know he's part of the reason you got clean the first time around."

"I love my son," Lowell declared, staring down at the floor, blinking away the angry tears he didn't want to fall. "I'd do anything for him."

"I know." The doctor stood up, placing a hand on his shoulder. "But rehab is something you need to do for you. You need to reconsider entering the program like we discussed. It's your sobriety at risk. Your future. You need to want this for yourself. Once you do, I promise your family with reap the benefits as well. I have no doubt that your family needs you Lowell. But they need you whole. They need you better….stronger than ever. One slip up can very easily turn into a lifetime of them. You learned that sixteen years ago. I know you think you can beat in on your own. And maybe you can, but why risk it? All the extra help and support you need is available. It would be foolish not to take advantage of it."

"I know what I have to do," Lowell responded. Looking up at him, there was fierceness in his eyes that the Doctor couldn't understand—couldn't quite decipher as he added, "And I'm damn sure gonna do it."

After a brief moment of silence, Dr. McNamara finally gave up on trying to decode the resolution in his eyes. Holding the clipboard out to him, he pulled a pen from the breast pocket of his lab coat, clicking it open.

"Discharge papers," he explained. "Sign them, bring them by the office for my assistant to process and you're free to go. I also had her print out some information on additional rehab facilities in the area. Most of them have fairly decent payment plans. Please reconsider, Lowell. I know I said it's your life….but when you have kids…a wife….a family that depends on you…."

"I know," Lowell replied, quickly scrawling his signature along the pages without even reading them. "Thanks, Doc."


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Gemma blinked her eyes against the light seeping in through the half-drawn curtains hanging in front of her bedroom windows. Looking down at her left leg, the source of the numbness was apparent as she smiled down at the sleeping, blonde-haired boy resting his head against it. Raking a hand through his hair, she gently shook him awake.

"Jackson," Gemma whispered. "Wake up, baby. You're gonna hurt your neck like that."

Jax slowly sat up, twisting his neck from left to right as he raised his arms above his head, stretching them. "You feel a little better?" he asked in between yawning.

"I'm fine," his mother answered. When he finally met her eyes she smiled, nodding towards the clock at her bedside. Jax turned towards the nightstand to the left of the chair he'd fallen asleep in the night before. "You need to get ready for school."

Jax returned her smile—more than a little mischief laced within his own as he commented, "It's almost five-thirty now and I didn't even take my shower. There's no way I'm making it on time walking."

Gemma rolled his eyes. "You're not the only one that can't wait until you get your bike," she said, wincing as she leaned over towards the purse rested against the pillow on the other side of the bed. "You crash my car I'll kill you before you can make that permit you got official."

"I promise not to drag race," Jax said, smirking. "That's the best I can do, Mom."

Holding the keys out to him, she held on tight—not yet releasing them as she narrowed her eyes at him. "Should I even waste my time telling you to keep that girl out of my car?"

"Are you gonna tell me why Lowell's mom tried to turn you into a Meth head?"

He knew she wouldn't tell him the truth. That's why he had every intention of finding out on his own first chance he got.

Gemma sat up in the bed. "I already told you—"

"Right." Jax stood up from the chair, leaning over towards her. He tugged the keys out of her grip, kissing her cheek at the same time. "Tara won't be anywhere near your car," Jax said, shoving them in his back pocket before she could grab them back. "Love you, Ma."

"You would think you'd be better at lying as often as you try it," Gemma commented.

Right back at ya.

Jax quickly pressed his lips to her other cheek before making a mad dash out into the hallway—pulling the door shut behind him before she could change her mind about letting him drive her car to school or say something about Tara that would make him want to run her ass over with it.


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Neon red blinked on and off in the darkness of the bedroom—the loud, abrupt blare of the alarm clock next to the bed eliciting a low groan from Diane as she rolled over.

"Duncan." Whispering his name did nothing so she moved straight to plan B. Sitting up, she yanked the pillow behind her back, hitting him over the head with it. "Get up."

"Good M—"

"Shhhh!" Diane tossed the pillow at his face as she slid off the bed, quickly shrugging her robe on, tying it shut. Tip-toeing to his side of the bed, she picked up his shoes, his pants, shirt and Jacket, bunching up everything he came with in her arms—dropping it on his lap as he slowly sat up. "It's five-thirty. You were supposed to be gone already!"

Duncan rubbed his eyes. "Can I at least get coffee?"

"There's a Diner a couple blocks from here," Diane hissed, pointing towards the door. "Hurry up before Tara and—"

"Her boyfriend?" Duncan wondered, taking his sweet time as he threw the Duvet off his legs, rising to stand.

Diane shook her head. "He's not her boyfriend."

"So she just let's random guys sleep over and you're cool with that?"

"I'm not her mother," Diane snapped. "And no she doesn't. He's one of her friends from—oh you know what? It's none of your business. Just hurry the Hell up!"

"What's the big deal? She already knows about us doesn't she?" Duncan prodded, fastening the buttons of his shirt. When Diane didn't respond, he looked up—eyes zeroing on her left hand. "Where's your ring?"

"Duncan—"

"Wait a minute, Does she even know you're married?" Duncan's eyes widened. "Does your brother?"

Diane slapped a hand to her forehead, sliding it down to cover her face. "I knew this shit was a bad idea."

"It was," Duncan agreed, quickly stepping into his pants. "But not on your part. This is how we started, Dee. You don't remember? I do. You call and I come running. Then when you've had your fun you kick me out like I'm some asshole you picked up at a bar. And I put up with it then because I knew what you'd been through. So I waited…" Duncan moved even faster, buckling his belt, making quick work of his cuff-links—hastily tossing on his jacket before finally looking up to meet her eyes. "I'm not doing this again."

"No one's asking you to," Diane muttered, crossing her arms. "You didn't have to come."

Walking towards her, brought both his hands up to her face—the chill of the Gold wedding band on his left ring finger lightly pressing against her cheek as he kissed her.

He pulled away first.

"I love you," Duncan said, still cupping her face. "And you have every right to be pissed at me right now but we can get through this if we try. I want to try, Dee. But you have to want it to and if you do, let me know. You gotta talk to me. When you're ready to do that I'll be there. Until then…..this can't be like before, Diane. I'm not gonna be your timeout. You're gonna have to find another distraction."

"And what if I do?" Diane challenged.

Duncan shrugged, pressing his lips to her once more before walking past her. "Then I'll know it's really over."

Turning the knob, Duncan and Diane both flinched in surprise as soon as he opened the door.

Standing in the doorway—her hair a wild, dirty-blonde tumbleweed was Wendy Case. Holding an empty box in her hand, she yawned into her other one as she stared at the red-head cringing in the middle of the bedroom.

"You're all out of filters," Wendy said, nodding her head towards the man leaning against the door. "Any chance Mr. Moneybags here can drive that eighty-thousand dollar car of his to the store and get some? Coffee's the only thing that keeps me from pounding my music teacher's face into her piano and choking my asshole guidance counselor to death for giving me Chorus first period."

"Where'd you go with the coffee filters?" Lowell Junior yelled from the kitchen.

"I feel like I'm living in a college Dorm," Diane complained, rolling her eyes.

"There's no more!" Wendy yelled back. "Diane's boyfriend is going to the store to get some!"

"Diane's boyfriend?" Tara said, suddenly appearing from the other end of the hallway. Curious green eyes immediately flew up to study the face of the man smiling in amusement at the horrified expression on Diane's face.

"Husband actually," Duncan corrected, holding his hand out to her. "You must be Tara. How's your arm?"

Both of her arms were fine—right where they were, by her side. Tara saw no need in lifting either one to shake the hand of the man her aunt was glaring at.

"You Sarah?" Diane questioned, looking at Wendy.

You look a lot different from what I remember.

Didn't you have gray eyes?

"No," Tara corrected, shaking her head. "This is my…umm…"

"Wendy," the smirking Blonde declared.

"Sorry," Tara said, mock-wincing. "You were already sleep when she came over. She's been crashing at Lowell's but since his mom….well you know…and so I told her she could crash here, too."

"I usually crash with Jax," Wendy commented dryly. "But something tells me that's no longer option….even when he is home."

"It's not," Tara confirmed, glaring at her. "Unless you want to crash at the ER a few nights, too."

Wendy threw her hands up. "It's too early for me to spar with you. I need caffeine."

"How about I make a stop at that diner," Duncan volunteered, grinning sheepishly at the young woman who looked like she wanted to kill him for not sneaking out at three, earlier that morning when she told him to (instead of showing her why she didn't want that.) "I can get breakfast for everyone. What time do you guys have to be in school?"

"Who's getting breakfast?" Lowell asked, finally joining the party. Jutting his thumb in Duncan's direction, he mouthed to Wendy, "Who's he?"

Tara blinked. "I'm sorry, Did you say you were her husband?"

"Jesus Christ," Diane grumbled, massaging her temple with the hand she held to her face.

Fuck coffee.

I need liquor.


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Deputy Katy Palmer looked up at the sound of footsteps approaching her desk.

"Hey, Barbara." Katy's smile was one of sympathy as she slid the paperwork she'd be working on over to her. "Your bails been paid in full already. You just have to sign a few things and you're free to go home. If you need a ride I can ask one of the—"

"I'll be fine," Barbara interrupted. "I appreciate the offer though. Who posted my bail?"

Katy flipped through the papers on her desk. "It says here, your husband did."

Barbara nodded briefly, absently scribbling her signature across every dotted line necessary before shrugging her purse back up her shoulder, stepping out into the cool air of early morning.

Clay was leaning against the bricks lining the top steps of the Police station, smoking a cigar as he waited for her.

"You must be real tight with Unser," Barbara sneered. "That crooked son of a bitch has you thinking you can gun me down on the front steps of the station and get away with it."

"If I wanted to kill ya, we wouldn't be talking right now," Clay said, following behind her as she made her way down the steps.

"I'm not afraid of you."

Clay chuckled. "I don't doubt that," he admitted. "From what I hear you've got some friends in high places yourself. Friends that you're probably thinking about reaching out to."

Barbara spun around. "Oh really? Is that what you heard?"

"Be smart, Barb," Clay advised. "Charming is your home. It's our home. The people in this town? We work through shit and we handle it amongst ourselves. We don't bringing outsiders into the mix. It creates chaos. It's not safe."

"You threatening me?"

Clay shook his head, smiling. "You and Lowell are like family to the MC," he said. "Lowell's not just the best damn mechanic I know. He's my brother. And he's going through some shit….his mind's all….he's…he's not thinking clearly. And yesterday you weren't either. Gemma understands that. That's why she won't be pressing charges. That's why I posted your bail and I've made sure they'll be no witness to testify to what happened. We're family. We don't let outsiders handle our problems. You got something you want to ask me? I'm all ears, Darlin. Just don't go pointing fingers without knowing all the facts. Especially when the person who's word you have to go off of is some Junkie—"

Barbara slapped the Cigar right out of his hand, her palm grazing his mouth in the same motion. "Fuck you."

Clay stepped closer to her, nostrils flaring. "I'm trying to make peace with you, bitch. I don't have to play nice, you know. After the shit you pulled at the hospital, you'd be wearing an orange jumpsuit, on trial for attempted murder—"

"Oh please," Barbara cut in, smirking. "I'd never see the inside of a jail cell and you know it. Not with all the shit I've got on you and your club. I don't think the statute of limitations is up on the shit storm you caused a few years back. And you want to know something? I hear Diane Knowles is back in town."

"That's supposed to mean something to me?"

"I know what happened to her." Barbara stepped on the tips of his boots as she moved closer, lowering her voice to a hiss. "She might not have been strong enough to speak up then but I don't know Clay….I have a feeling she'd be happy for a chance to stick it to you and Gemma after what she went through. It was your fault just like everything else in this town. And for every person you threaten, every person whose silence you buy….there's at least two others that are sick of your shit."

"Witness protection ain't all it's cracked up to be," Clay threatened. "And around here the only stitches rats get are the ones sewn in after the autopsy. You sure you wanna go that route?"

"I don't have to involve the authorities," Barbara said. "The Feds are the least of your problems. If I were you I'd be more concerned with losing your club….with JT finding out about all the shit you've been doing behind his back…..all those side deals and back alley meetings…all your big plans for his club."

"What are you living under a rock?" Clay chuckled. "John's half way to his grave."

Barbara shook her head, smiling. "That's not what I hear."

Clay's eyebrows threaded together. "The fuck you talking 'bout?"

Barbara laughed, brushing past him as the car pulled a stop at the curb behind him. Pulling the door to the Taxi opened, she cast a final glance in his direction before sliding inside. "You should ride over to St. Thomas and say Hi. Tell JT how happy you are to have your President back."


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Jax pulled the stick shift into park—blue eyes widening as he looked towards Tara's front yard.

Wendy was sitting in Lowell's lap, rolling a blunt while Opie sat next to them, staring down at the ground, gnawing at his bottom lip—a telltale sign that he was in deep thought about something.

All three of them looked up at the sound of the car door closing.

Opie was the only one who didn't smile as he swaggered up the walkway towards them.

"Hey, Jax," Lowell said.

Wendy smirked at the expression on Jax's face as he observed the way Lowell's grip around her waist tightened when his blue eyes fell on their embrace.

Shrugging her shoulders, Wendy smirked, nodding up at him. "Tara told me what happened with your Dad. I told you JT's a tough SOB."

"I'm happy for you, Jax," Lowell said.

Jax smiled. "He's still not out of the woods," he responded.

Jax had been happy when he first heard the news. It was the first time his father's doctor had given an update that didn't make him feel like he was drowning. But it seemed like the more positive everyone around him was, the more tense he became. He couldn't stop looking up towards the sky, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

JT was breathing on his own.

His vitals were improving more and more as the hours passed.

He was Dr. Altman's new miracle patient.

But he wasn't sitting up talking to everyone that had spent the past days—almost a week worrying about him. And there was no way of knowing if he would ever talk to them again.

He still wasn't awake.

Not really.

"We just have to be patient," Dr. Altman told them. "We'll know more when he wakes up….if he wakes up. I'm not saying that to scare you or to deter you but you have to understand…."

"Jax?"

Jax's eyes shifted from the spot above Wendy's head. "Huh?"

"Your mom letting you ride around in her car now?" Wendy repeated, cocking an eyebrow at him.

"You giving Tara a ride to school?" Opie questioned, standing up.

"That was the plan," Jax answered, eyeing his best friend. "You can ride with us, too if you want. We can even swing by and get Donna. Tara's got shot gun though. You and Tinkerbell are riding in the backseat."

Opie scowled. "Tell Tara I'll see her later," he muttered to no one in particular.

Then he walked towards his father's truck without another word—driving off.

"What the Hell is going on with you two?" Wendy wondered out loud. "I swear it's like y'all are doing the same dance him and Donna—who by the way, broke up with him a couple days ago—you're doing the same—"

"Him and Donna broke up?" Jax scrunched his eyesbrows together in confusion. "Sarah's gone. What the Hell they got to fight about now?"

"You're his best friend," Wendy accused, lighting the freshly rolled blunt in her hand. "Or at least you used to be. Shouldn't you be the one giving us the four-one-one on Romeo and Juliet?"

"Why are you calling them that?" Lowell questioned, shaking his head when she offered him the blunt. "You know they die at the end right?"

Wendy turned, offering the weed to Jax, who happily accepted it.

Jax took a long pull of the blunt, blowing the smoke out through his nose as he thought about what was going with Opie.

Donna was a no-brainer.

He'd be willing to bet good money that they would be back together by the end of next week.

The big mystery was what was going between them.

Sure, they'd fought over Sarah.

And yes, he'd said some shit he probably shouldn't have but then he'd thought he lost Tara and Opie was right there to get him through it—to let him know he would always be there no matter what.

And he was there with him again, when he'd first heard the news about his dad.

Opie was there when he needed him—but only when he need him.

Jax had a funny feeling that if his dad wasn't in the hospital, or if Tara hadn't gotten hurt and if that stupid nurse hadn't damn near scared him to death—Jax couldn't shake the notion that if he hadn't needed his best friend, Opie would have….well they'd probably still be rolling around on the floor fighting like they'd been in the hallway outside JT's hospital room.

Something was going on.

And without having even the slightest clue, Jax knew that whatever it was, it had nothing to do with Tara or Sarah.

"Get up," Lowell instructed, nudging against Wendy's thighs with his knees. "I have driver's ED this morning. You're gonna give me a contact high or something."

Wendy giggled. "There's no such thing."

"I'll be right back," Lowell said, pulling the front door open to walk into the house.

Jax sat down on the step beside Wendy—amusement upturning the corners of his mouth. Wendy held the blunt out to him. When Jax shook his head, flashing the keys in his hand, she laughed.

"I guess Tara wouldn't approve," she teased.

Jax rolled his eyes. "You've been annoying the Hell out of me over her for—"

"Years," Wendy interjected. "And you finally pulled your head out of your ass. Good for you. That doesn't mean—"

"So you and Lowell? Really?" Jax snickered. "Where the Hell did that come from?"

Wendy shrugged. "He's sweet," she admitted. "But not in a way that makes me roll my eyes every five minutes…..like I do when you and Tara are in the same room. Plus given what's going on with his folks I'd say he's well on his way to being just as screwed up as I am. And you know what they say about misery and company."

"Bullshit." Jax bumped his shoulder against hers. "You like him. I can tell. I don't blame you either. Lowell's….well he's right up your alley. LJ's got my vote. I just hope he doesn't feel threatened by me."

Wendy cocked an eyebrow at him. "Why would he feel threatened by you? Wrong girl, asshole. I'm not part of your fan club."

"You're gonna miss me," Jax goaded, chuckling. "Especially after you sleep with him…..unless he's already let you into his panties."

"Tara must be letting you into hers," Wendy commented. "You're way too damn happy. And for your information, Lowell's already one-upped you in the sex department."

Jax laughed even harder. "Say that again, but with a straight face this time."

"I'm serious."

YEAH RIGHT!

Jax rolled his eyes. "Just make sure when you're thinking about me you don't slip and say my name out loud. That tends to piss girls off."

Wendy smirked. "Yeah," she agreed. "Ima told me about that. Maize went crying to her about it in the bathroom when y'all both got suspended. I don't know what's wrong with that girl. If a guy called me someone else's name while I was giving him head and I got suspended on top of it I'd Lorena Bobbitt his ass. Not keep chasing after him. And while we're on the subject. You want to know the difference between you and Junior?"

Wendy laughed when Jax made a show of moving closer to her, cupping a hand around his ear as he leaned towards her.

"He's not afraid of eating—"

Jax pulled back, shaking his head. "I'm not afraid of shit."

If you only knew….

Jax was still praying to the powers that be that Tara would wear a skirt today. He had another first in mind for them.

"You know what? You're right," Wendy agreed, rolling her eyes. "You're not afraid. You're just selfish. Poor, Tara. I hope David—"

"Don't even go there," Jax snapped, narrowing his eyes at the amused expression on her face before turning his glare towards the front door. "What the Hell is Tara doing anyway?"

Wendy shrugged. "Maybe she's letting Lowell kiss her neck again," she teased. "I heard they had fun at Sarah's party. Ima couldn't wait to dish on what a two-timing slut Tara is."

"You need to tell that bitch Ima to stop running her fuckin mouth," Jax warned. "I already told her about that shit."

Wendy giggled. "I hate to break it to you Darlin but the only time you have control over her mouth is when you're putting it to use. Seeing as you won't be doing that anymore you're gonna have to navigate through all the rumors and cross your fingers they don't send your track star running in the opposite direction. I'd tell you to take a page out of Opie's book but it looks like your best friend's lost his touch."

"What rumors?" Jax barked. "What the Hell are you—"

Wendy let out a low whistle. "I really don't think you want to hear all the shit people been saying about your girl….wait she is your girl right? You two love to dance around the whole ti—"

"Wendy!"

Wendy held her hands up. "Fine." She briefly looked towards the front door before sighing heavily. "Don't say I didn't warn you though."

"Just spit out."

"Are you gonna tell Tara?"

"Damn it, Wendy—"

"Everyone knows about the accident," Wendy told him. "They also know Sarah left. But it's the How and the Why that's….look, don't kill the messenger—"

"Wendy"

"If looks could kill I'd be dead right now—"

"WENDY!"

"Tara and Sarah were getting high with you," Wendy blurted out, talking faster the more she spoke. "Apparently you guys were snorting coke and knocking back shots….and you were having a threesome….and Tara got jealous because you were paying Sarah more attention so she stormed out. You and Sarah went after her but she'd already crashed into the telephone pole at the end of your block. Sarah's folks found out that she was letting her old friends get her into bad habits so they sent her back to boarding school…."

Jax steeled his jaw—both fist clenching and unclenching, his nostrils flaring. "I'm listening."

"Huh?"

"You said rumors," Jax grunted out. "What else is Ima—"

"It's not just Ima," Wendy corrected, defending her friend. "It's—"

"I don't give a shit who it is! I want to know what—"

"Tara's the new Sarah," Wendy said bluntly. "Her best friend came back looking to take her crown back but it turns out Nerdvana's not as innocent as she wants everyone to think she is. Last year she slept with Pierce Reynolds. Pierce was Mr. Shin's monitor and Tara was fuckin him so he would give her the answers to all the exams for his AP Statistics class and that's the real reason her final grade was 100. Then she dumped him over the summer to hook up with David—Charming High's star Quarterback. Then when David fell in love with her she fucked him over. She broke his heart. And all this time she's never even claimed him publicly because she didn't want her college boyfriend Kyle Tanner to find out she was cheating on him with his best friend's younger brother. Sarah ratted her out to Jake and he told Kyle and he dumped her so she showed up to Sarah's party with Lowell because she knew Sarah always had a secret crush on him. I guess Kyle wasn't really over her 'cause he got pissed when he saw Tara about to hook up with LJ in the middle of the dance floor. That's why he grabbed her. She flipped on him but then later he followed her upstairs and she gave him head in David's bathroom. David walked in...flipped out on Kyle, they started fighting. Jake saw his brother getting his ass kicked and tried to break it up. Then Tara lied and told Opie that Kyle tried to force himself on her and Opie fucked him up. I guess you and Maize were having sex in Sarah's room but no one knew because y'all locked the door but when you overheard them fighting you joined in and jumped in to help your friend no questions asked. Then Tara threatened to press false charges for sexual harassment against Kyle and ruin his football career if he went after you and Opie. And now that Sarah's gone she thinks she has you all to herself…..There's a poll on how long you'll stick around before you get bored with her. Natalie got fired from the school newspaper for printing it. All the Varsity teams and cheerleaders are even placing bets on how long you'll last. Principal Mason's been trying to get someone to talk but David and Pierce are the only jocks that want nothing to do with it and I doubt they're gonna rat on their teammates."

"Is there a rumor about me hooking up with Opie, too?"

Jax and Wendy both jerked their heads towards the top of the steps where Tara stood.

Jax walked up towards her. "Babe—"

Tara shut her eyes, holding her hand out in front of his face. "I'm talking to Wendy."

"Nothing so far," Wendy answered honestly. "There was one other thing though—"

"She doesn't need to hear this," Jax cut in. "It's a bunch of bull—"

"Wendy?"

Wendy looked at Jax as she answered. "You ever hook up with that boy Leon-something? He's always walking you to class….I think you have chemistry with him. There's a rumor you jerked him off in the library when y'all were studying for your AP Psych final last Spring. You were the first action he's seen and he's been following you around like a lost puppy since hoping you'll throw him another bone evenutally. I know all that other stuff is bullshit but—"

"ALL OF IT IS!" Jax growled.

"But what?" Tara questioned—her hand flying to her hips a lot like someone else Jax knew.

Once again, Wendy's eyes found Jax's—an apology that only pissed him off even more swirling in the browns of her dark eyes. "Leon or Leo—"

"His name is Leonard," Tara hissed.

"Leonard seems to be going along with it," Wendy said, shrugging. "I heard David got detention for punching him in the face when he overheard him bragging about it being true to his friend in the locker room after gym. Even if people didn't believe it before….your ex brawling with him? That pretty much confirmed it."

Four-eyes is dead as soon as I see him.


Ready for Jax & Tara's first day back at school as a couple? (Someone may or not get punched. Also someone may or may not drop the 'F' bomb over the loud speaker)

Ready for more boot-licking from Kyle? (Marked graves are such a lovely conversation starter, don't you think?)

Why is Gemma on her knees? (It ain't cuz she's praying, Chile.)

Don't you think it's about time the FEDS took a trip to Charming to stir shit up?

Do you know what reading thorough, engaging reviews does to me?

*Pharell voice* It makes me HAP-PY =)

You guessed it folks.

This is yet another chapter I had to chop in half because it was wayyyyyy too long.

I'll edit the second half and post after I get some feedback from this one.

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