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Harley's POV

"One club will be enough. I have a lot of practice to do to catch up on the routines. My social group just expanded like a trillion times. So this…" I moved both my index fingers between the therapist and me...can stop." I haven't even sat down on the couch to talk to her. My new pompoms were hanging over my sports bag. I was already dressed in the sports gym clothes. I felt like myself again.

"Harley, we agreed on more clubs." She removed her glasses and also got up.

"You demanded more. This is all I ever knew and this is all I wanna do here. Thanks for your help. I'll see you at my graduation." I turned to leave and just as I was reaching for the door knob Dr. Ross called out for me again.

"Harley… if you want to talk about it. I am always here if things become too overwhelming."

"Yeah yeah…" I mumbled trying to be cool. I didn't need her to know that I had a few breakdowns. None of her business. I turned around to walk out the door to walk straight into another pupil.

"Oh, sorry there." A deep voice spoke and I felt strong hands holding me so I wouldn't fall. I looked up to see the deepest brown eyes I had ever seen. A few strands of the same coloured hair fell in front of them.

"If all the crazy girls are this pretty I should come here more often."

"Enough, Michael. It's your second day here and you are already late. Please come in." Dr. Ross pointed to the sofa and the boy let go of me and let himself fall onto it in a comfortable position.

How come the troubled boys are also the cutest in this town?

My theory had been proved right after school. My muscles already started to ache after the practice and my head was hurting from yelling the new cheers over and over again. I loved every second of it though. It must have shown on my face cause Jax looked at me confused.

"Well you're in a good mood." I hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "In a very good mood."

He grabbed the pompoms from my bag.

"This is actually happening…"

"Just as I told you last night. Yes it is. And I love it so, shut up."

"I'm not complaining. The uniform in there too?" he started to open the bag more and I slapped his chest. He smirked, letting his hands drop from the bag.

"You ain't getting a private performance, Teller."

"Yet." He winked at me and I slapped his chest again. "First game is the day before Thanksgiving. Be patient." He groaned a litte bit at that. And i loved it.

"Do you mind if we do a little stop to meet Clay, Bobby and your Dad? They're in a meeting and it kinda involves the whole messed up part of your life so I thought we should stop by."

"Always." I answered a little too eager.

"I'm not promising any progress but … the place is pretty popular with certain people so if anybody knows something it's probably those girls."

He explained while we got on the bike.

"Hold on a second…" I began after processing what he just said, but Jax started the engine and drove out of the parking lot without answering me. We took a few turns that I didn't know yet, but after a while I decided to relax and enjoy the ride.

Why was this so soothing? Those few minutes on the bike everyday had been the highlight of my day the past week. Feeling the chills on my arms when we went faster while they were wrapped around Jax… hearing nothing but the engine and wind… this was the therapy I needed. Not Dr. Ross.

When we stopped at a red light I felt his hand grabbing mine until the light turned green. Somebody kill those butterflies in my stomach, please.

We drove into a pretty big parking lot, a huge warehouse type building looming nearby. There were no signs or windows whatsoever but I still had a feeling of where we were. The few cars parked around were cheap looking caprios. One was even bright pink. Jax parked next to the other three bikes that stood on the other side.

"Are you sure walking in there won't end with you being shot by my Dad?"

"There's a chance I might walk out alive. Come on." I followed him towards a grey metal door where two girls in high heels and very tight outfits just walked out. "Hey, Jax." They sing sang and kept walking. He gave them a little smile to keep them happy and held the door open for me.

When the door closed behind us it got pretty dark and there was a little bit of an echo. I felt his hand on my shoulder as he lead me a little more forward. We quickly found the three men we were looking for and a very annoyed Luanne. I took a look around and quickly wished I hadn't. I saw some kind of office scene set up in one corner and a few cameras pointed at it. There was a girl getting some make up done while other girls sat on a sofa playing on their phones.

"Why now? I have three movies to shoot today!" I heard Luanne complain.

"We just want to ask them some questions. We know the Nordics like to meet up with some of them." Clay spoke up and took a drag from his awful cigar.

"Well you can do it later."
"But we feel like it now."

"The Nordics?" I spoke up. Partly to deescalate the situation and partly to see the freaked out expression from my Dad when he realized I was standing in the hall of CaraCara.

"Harley?" My father freaked out just as expected. He quickly took a look around to check if there were any inapropiate parts showing. Like this didn't look like a SAMCRO party. "What is she doing here?"

"Thought I should show her more of town." Jax shrugged his shoulders, but the spark in his eyes showed he enjoyed this as well. My father's little panic attack was fun to watch.

"You're looking for the Nordics. Billy said they would come back."

"When did you meet that guy?" Now it was Jax's turn to freak out.

"I met him like two days ago."

"Two days ago? For someone who wants to be involved you hardly do any sharing." He had a point there.

"He just wanted to say goodbye. He doesn't want anything to do with that stuff anymore. He even burned his hand tattoo off."

"That smells awful." Bobby mumbled and Dad quickly started to talk so I would not ask further questions.

"Where is he now?"

"He left. Said he wanted to go to LA. He wanted to let me know once he makes it there but…"
"They could be watching you, Harley." Clay still wasn't able to remove the cigar from his lips when he talked.

"They haven't. He said they're settling outside of Charming on purpose so they won't cross paths with me and mostly you guys anymore."

"That's the second time we've heard that. Maybe Hale did tell the truth." Jax said to his stepfather. I couldn't help but notice that he had gotten closer to me a little. Also that some girls were watching him. Awesome.

"If it is, it's time for us to mark the territory. I still want to talk to your girls." The president turned his attention to Luanne again, but she had caught sight of my pompoms.

"Are you a cheerleader now? Oh my god sweetheart that is awesome! Maybe you could show my girls some of your moves."

"Naaaahh." Jax and Dad started yelling into the conversation to disturb it and even Clay looked at Luanne like she was out of her mind.

"Hell no. Go get us the first girl in your office." And he walked towards a door that had a huge window next to it. I could see that there was a desk and a computer so this must have been her office.

"You actually think those girls know anything?" I asked Jax watching the girls watching him. They sure weren't subtle about their affection.

"Like I said. These girls know everyone."
"I wonder why." My tone must have been a little bit too bitter cause he came into my field of vision so I couldn't look at them anymore. And they could check out his ass. Great.

"They're just doing their job, babe." I raised my eyebrow and crossed my arms over my chest.

"So… you also know them?"

"I went to school with some." Jax lit up a cigarette. He placed it between his lips and I couldn't help but think about how soft they felt the last time we kissed on the playground. And how many other girls had the chance to feel them as well.

"Don't get me wrong, a girl has got to eat. But... they seem very fond of you."

"What can I say… they have a sixth sense about single men…." I narrowed my eyes and opened my mouth to give him my two cents about that not so low-key hint.

"But Luanne I can't do my homework out here." A female voice yelled pretty annoyed and we both turned towards the office again.

Angela was being lightly pushed out of the office by Luanne.

"She actually spends time here? I thought she hated all of this." I whispered to Jax trying not to draw attention to us. He also seemed perplexed to see her.

"I guess Trixie is trying to motivate her to study." I couldn't help but chuckle at his slightly dark humour but that got us her attention. I quickly stopped so she wouldn't think I was actually laughing about her situation. I wouldn't trade places with her. But according to her she also wouldn't trade with me.

"Great. What are you doing here?" she walked towards us and gave me all of her attention. Seemed like her hatred for me was stronger than her crush on Jax. So I got that going for me which is nice…

"Just looking around town. Getting to know my new home." I tried to put no emotion into my speaking. I didn't want to give her any reason to fight.

The day had started so good.

"So, it is true? You joined the witches of Charming." She nodded towards the pompoms.

"They'll leave you alone now."

"I'm not interested in being your little charity project so you can feel better about your shitty life."

What? The? Hell?

"Angela, if you're here, does that mean you will come to a party? Opie`s wedding is right around the corner so you know there are like a thousand opportunities to show up and celebrate." Jax got involved. I would have taken him for a guy that liked a good cat fight. Maybe he was afraid of me kicking her ass for good and pissing off her mom.

"A thousand is pretty unrealistic, Jackson." She suddenly smiled and pushed her glasses a little bit more up her nose. I had to blink a few times to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Was she schizophrenic? How the hell did she do that? Even I would need a minute to cool down during bitch fight to get hot for flirting but she just switched with a finger snap. I guess she did learn a little bit more here while doing her homework.

"You know I was never good at estimating. But I do guess that there could be a few chances for you to tag along with your Mom." What the hell was he playing at? He didn't even look at me to signal he was playing some game with me. He didn't check to see if I was getting jealous like when he talked about the hard working girls sitting on the sofa.

"I'm not sure. I need to study a lot."

"Yeah… guess that's why I wasn't paying attention towards girls like you like I should have. I was just too impatient to wait for the good ones." OK. Was this really happening? Jax used a flirty tone I had never heard from him before. It wasn't the deep rough whisper that he had spoken in after we kissed for the first time in the kissing booth nor was it this honest almost pleading tone I had heard on the playground. It wasn't even how he sounded when he playfully flirted with me. This was a totally different Jax. And I didn't like it one bit. And I wasn't sure what he was trying to gain out of it.

"Angela, honey! What are you doing outside of the office now? They're shooting any minute." A bleached blonde woman with faux leather leggings and a bright pink neon sports bra walked up to us. She looked sweaty and had her hair back in a ponytail and I didn't wanna know where she just came from.

"Mom!" Angela whispered annoyed and her eyes shot to Jax again. She was embarrassed as fuck. Bitch should be lucky her mom was breathing.

"My old man kicked her out of the office, Trixie. He's gonna need to ask you a few questions as well. You remember Darby, right?" Jax got back to business mode just as quick as Angela had changed into a little nerd again. Were these people chameleons? Who can teach me this? Is there a class somewhere in Charming about multiple personalities?

Trixie rolled her eyes. "Ugh, don't remind me of that scumbag."

"Just a few questions. You know Clay. He doesn't want to disturb you guys longer than he has to."

The woman finally seemed to see me standing behind Jax. And she actually smiled, so my bitch vibes didn't spread as hard as I thought they were. Or she was just ignorant to it since she hadn't seen what just went down here.

"You must be Harley. Luanne and Gemma told me so much about you. How are you doing? Angela did tell me she showed you around."

"She was very helpful." Was all I said and returned the smile. I might be able to be a bitch, but I didn't kick someone when they were already down and looking at Angela… she just went through hell in this situation. If she wouldn't be two faced I would try to befriend her and teach her how to grow some balls. But I guessed when we would be alone again she would turn into Medusa again. Had to give her credit for that though. She just needed to learn to be like that to people that actually tried to harm her.

"Well, if you could excuse us I want to make sure Angela does her homework. Come on, honey, we'll find another place where you can concentrate…" Trixie put her arm around her daughter and pulled her away from us.

Jax turned back to me when they were further away.

"What?" he asked totally baffled about the bitch face I was giving him. And just like an annoyed girlfriend I turned around and stormed off. He didn't catch up to me until I reached his bike.

"I'm sorry, okay?" I could tell by his tone that he was sincere, but he wouldn't have it that easy.
"For what, Jax? Please, enlighten me. To say you're sorry is easy. Explain to me why I am pissed."

"I don't know actually. We're not together. You made that crystal clear."
"So its my fault? I dare to ask you to wait so in the meantime you're out flirting with whatever has two legs?"

"I flirted with Nerdgela. I don't want her to give you hell at school."

"I can handle myself and you know it. I kidnapped the captain to get what I want." I lifted the bag a little bit so he could see the pompoms. "So don't give me that shit about watching out for me. Those girls in there… You "know" all of them don't you?" I used quotation marks.

"They come around for a few parties…" he admitted. "Harley ... You know I have a history…."

"Yes…ughh." I let my bag fall from my shoulder with a loud thud and turned away to walk a few steps. I grabbed the hair on my head in frustration, not knowing how to get my point across. I wasn't even sure what my point was. Being a woman was so much fun.

"Do you want me to stop living until you forget that I screwed up? Cause if I could I would, Harley. But, sadly, I can't just freeze myself for the next forty years."

"I don't want that. And forty years? Oh my god…" For a dude Jax was dramatic as hell.

He walked up to me again and held me by my shoulders. "Then what do you want?"

"That fake flirting you just did…" I half heartedly pointed towards the building.

"Fake flirting?"

"You spoke differently. It didn't really sound like you. I don't know how to explain it. What the fuck is that about? Why do you do that?"

He let go of me and took a step back.

"Don't look at me like I am crazy, okay? I don't know what I'n saying. But it was like you weren't you."

But he still looked at me like I was a unicorn.

"Jax!" I even stomped my foot like a little child. This was frustrating as shit. Was I seeing and hearing things that weren't there? Have I been consuming drugs in Creed and now I'm suffering from withdrawal? Would I turn into my Mom?

"No girl that I bothered with before could tell the difference." He spoke quietly, but I was still able to hear him. But I didn't really get what he meant.

"What?"

"They could never tell the difference." He just repeated. "They could never tell when I was sincere… or just faking for the club." He explained further with a bewildered look on his face.

Before I could do something he reached for my face and got closer. His hands felt warm against my cheek as he caressed them.
"No one bothered to listen before." Jax closed the gap between our lips. How the fuck where they so soft?

It was just so easy to give into the kiss. To give into Jax. Something in this kiss made me feel special. Wanted. And even secure.
One of his hands traveled to my lower back to hold me even closer. I shockingly realized a moan had slipped from my lips onto his. My hands got a hold on his kutte. He took it as a good sign and let his hand go a little lower towards my ass.

A switch was flipped in my brain and I released my grip, closed my lips and took a step back.

"Jax…I'm sorry...I."

"No. I am." He wouldn't release his hands on my cheek and lower back though. He placed his forehead against mine. "I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry. It's just…" he had to swallow.

"I get it." My voice sounded raspy from the kiss.

"You get it."

We looked into each others eyes and I just had to destroy one of our most romantic moments.

"I mean I don't get why…" We both chuckled.
"Happy club girls, happy club life… I don't mean any of it. It's just… easier like that and a part of it. Will only stop once an old lady is on my side." I couldn't help but lift an eyebrow at the last comment and we laughed again.

The metal door opened again and Bobby came out. He lit up a cigarette and walked towards us as we let go of each other.

Bobby smiled at me as he slid his lighter back into his pocket. "So… do you think we could get a few more of your new friends to do a little show next time? You alone were great so I thought a few more would be phenomenal."

"Let me get to know them and I will let you know."

"Awesome, kiddo. Your old man aint feeling comfortable in there now that you're around."

"He shouldn't feel comfortable in there at all."

"Clay isn't going to take long. He just needs a few girls to confirm the wankers aint around. Their first stop is always some pussy. Excuse my language. Then the fun can begin." He slightly pushed Jax on his shoulder and laughed. I had a feeling that SAMCRO was gonna cause some trouble to mark their territory. I couldn't wait to see how that would go down.

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Even though it was Saturday I had gotten up pretty early to practice with Basco and then with Missy and some other girls from the squad. I managed to do all of this before Dad had even woken up.

After CaraCara he went back to Teller-Morrow and Jax drove me home. He couldn't stay though cause they were gonna make a plan in the bat cave. And that was probably a good thing. I didn't know if I could have controlled myself if we were alone for too long.

I still didn't like that he used his looks and charming way to get some things for the club going. Were all of them doing it? I could not imagine anybody drooling over most of them, but I guess they each were a type that got somebody going. Eww, pictures in my head….

"Is this gonna be like that every Saturday? You'll miss out on some parties this way." My father said as I walked into the house with the mail in my hand.

"Sometimes yeah...depends on the state the squad is in. I still have a lot of catching up to do, Dad. Next week is my first game." I grinned from ear to ear.

He groaned.

I looked through the mail and tossed every single letter to him except the last one. It was addressed to him and only him. But I knew what it was.

"Wedding invitation." I sing sang and he looked up from one letter.

"Open it up, I hate that stuff."

After opening the envelope I pulled out a beautifully styled card with swirling calligraphy. The paper felt soft and even smelled of roses. Donna was going extra. And Opie was staying out of it.

"Dear Alexander Traeger, you are invited...blah...blah..blah… Please inform us about your plus one… fish or chicken… two weeks." I just read the important stuff.

"That is pretty harsh. Going from maid of honor to Daddy's plus one."

"Just because Opie and Jax are like brothers doesn't mean Donna and I have to be like that as well. It felt weird to be so important that fast anyway. That way I can enjoy the party, you get to introduce me to all the other chapters and we can have our very first father-daughter dance." I said and hugged him from behind since he was sitting on a chair at the still loaded table.

"I could not ask for a better date." He kissed my cheek and my eyes caught my trophies standing on the table. I walked over to them and grabbed the biggest one. I could tell Dad was watching me. It was the first thing I touched from my past. Without thinking too much about it I grabbed Dad`s knife that he had just used for his food and started to peel of the metal part that had my old team`s name engraved on it. It was only glued to it, so after two tries I got it off. I did it with all the others as well. After I was done I took the trophies and walked into my room. I was willing to accept that all of this was part of me. But I was the one to decide which part of it would stay.

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Jax's POV

"In two weeks? Two fucking weeks?" My mother was holding the card that she had gotten in the mail this morning.

"Did you know your best friend is getting married?" I looked at her with great concern. Was she having a seizure?

"I had a feeling." I mumbled and put the next spoon of cereal in my mouth.

"I mean it, Jackson. This is getting real. You guys are growing up."

"Is this your biological clock screaming for a grandkid or what are you trying to tell me here?" I knew my mother too well to be played by her. She wanted to say something about Harley and me. She was watching me like a hawk, ready to step in in case I fucked up my second chance.

"I'm way too young to be a grandma. And god forbid you being a Dad now. I'm just saying that weddings are a huge thing. There is romance in the air. Everyone is filled with love."

"Or Bourbon." I snorted.

She smacked my head faster than ever making me laugh.

"First Thanksgiving, then the wedding... It's the first big family gathering for Harley. Wouldn't it be nice to make it extra special."

"Wouldn't it be nice to have a mother that didn't act like a pimp? I mean it, Mom. Stay out of it. Harley and I are doing this our way. And if you need to know… something pretty big happened yesterday."

"Like? I heard you brought her to CaraCara."
"You ain't getting details." I drank up the milk from my bowl. I got up from the table leaving my annoyed mother behind to go change.

I haven't really slept well all night. I was too amazed by the fact that Harley seemed to see a difference in my flirting. That could only mean she was really observant of me and truly cared. I had guessed I meant a lot to her but having proof of it… I never had that before. Now I did.

It was always war with Tara when it came to the club life. She didn't bother getting to know it and if my school life did cross once in a while with the club girls she would explode every time she saw me talking to a girl whose skirt barely covered her pussy. I had tried to explain it to her many times. That sometimes the club needed a little help from a beautiful woman. There were certain things women had to offer that became useful that us guys couldn't offer. We weren't the type of men to force anything. Our city's named Charming god damn it. The name is our program.

She would always say that if I was with her I shouldn't feel like it was okay to flirt with other women. I get that. It did feel weird. And it felt even weirder with Harley by my side, but it was the club life. Some men had to be killed, some women had to be charmed.

Tara also never cared about the fact that I never touched another girl during the times we were together. To her it was cheating when I wanked in the shower. I could never do it right. Of course I wasn't a saint every time we were broken off for a week or two , but ... I couldn't blame her for having trust issues.

I was an idiot back then. I was an idiot three months ago.

I really needed to do it right with Harley. It was a huge relief to me when she said I flirted differently with Nerdgela. I was crushing pretty hard on the girl next door before but after she said that… I wasn't one to believe in fate, but it felt like a fucking sign from heaven. I always thought I knew what full disclosure between a Son and his old lady meant, but realizing Harley saw through a facade before I had to explain it to her brought a whole new meaning to it for me. It gave me hope of something I never knew I had lost it for. Being a Son with all my being and having a woman by my side that is a hundred percent on my side. Like my mother and Clay.

I always saw it as including my woman into everything. Never in a hundred years could I have imagined that the woman could understand it. Could understand me. Could see the difference between what was real and fake.

Was it possible to crush on a person in different kind of ways? I knew I thought she was hot the second I saw her at the gas station. And she kept poppin up in various positions, mostly on top of me, after we met in the diner.

I knew it would get complicated after making out in the photo booth and the feelings I suspected I had became true.
But this was new. I had never felt this before. It scared the shit out of me.

I finished getting ready and left the house before my mother could start another conversation. One day I would tell her what happenend yesterday. But it was not today. Today was the day that the Sons marked Charming's borders so the Nordics would never dare to step foot in it again.

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There you go. Another chapter! Please tell me what you think! do you like when Jax is all in his emotions when I write in his POV?

The summer season in my hotel is coming to an end on Halloween and I can't wait to get home. We managed to all stay healthy during these months which is a miracle considering people all around Germany, Austria and Switzerland are coming to us for their vacation.
I enjoyed working with kids again but with all those Covid rules my heart broke more every single day. Imagine telling little kids to not hug after they made a new friend on their vacation. Every. SIngle. Day. Every. few. minutes.
So in in the winter season I am going to help organize ski courses and I am in charge of the hotel shows again(I always come back to that...) And that will mean once the shows are all going well I will have way more time to wrtie during the day :)

I am also thinking about participating in the National NOvel WRiting MOnth to get this story more going! Tell me what you think!

Let's all choose love.
Joey