Disclaimer: I dont own anything recognizably Sons of Anarchy. Only my OCs and their decisions belong to me.

AN: I originally planned to have a rather calm typical prom night but thanks to BloodforInk I have something up my sleeve.

SN: I promise I haven't forgotten my other unfinished stories.


Chapter 3: Prom and Prospects

Prom night had finally arrived. Laine, me and the Prospect were sitting in the unnecessary limo our parents insisted we needed. The Prospect, Juice, had been sent along as protection. The club had been up to something during the month between my birthday and Prom. Juice was the only one in the clubhouse that was close to our age with the babyface to match. Juice being originally from New York also meant he wasn't familiar enough to the staff and students of Charming High to be recognized as any part of SAMCRO.

We were dancing our asses off having a good time when we were approached by a group of girls. I could tell right off they were interested in Juice. I nudged Lainie to get her attention. This might be interesting. I noticed a little too late that Missy Hale was leading the pack. Dammit. "Well if it isn't the biker whores." Missy said condescendingly. I felt Lainie squeeze my arm in warning. This bitch was gonna send me jail. "You're new in town so here's some advice, they only put out for that biker gang they're always around." Missy directed that comment to Juice. I was doing everything in my power not to deck the smug bitch. Lainie's grip on my arm was getting tighter by the second. "Well it's a good thing I'm gonna be a part of that biker club then." Juice's response had Missy and her friends speechless. "Missy you and your plastic posse need to leave." I said.

"Or what?" This bitch wasn't the brightest.

"I just might lose my last bit of self control." I said as Lainie squeezed my arm to the point of pain. If Missy didn't disappear soon not even my best friend could stop me.

"You wouldn't dare." Missy's nose was leaking blood before anyone knew what happened. All I remember hearing was the prospect mumbling something about not getting his top rocker and Lainie mumbling something about her crazy bff. I was sitting in the back of the second Hale son's police cruiser with a satisfied smile on my face as we rode toward the police.

I was sitting in a cell waiting for the Hales to stop being petty when a officer lead Opie in. Well fuck. Once Opie realized it me he smirked.

"What did you do, Princess?"

"Made the Hale Princess bleed. You?"

"Club shit."

"Say less."

"Your mother's gonna shit a brick."

"So is Donna." At the mention of Donna I saw a fleeting look of pain across Opie's face. Before anything else could be said we heard footsteps approaching. David Hale stood in front of my cell.

"Looks like your free to go. Chief isn't pressing charges and my father is honoring my sister's wishes to let the incident alone." I smirked as I excited the cell. It was good the club of the chief of police on the take. I gave Opie a finger wave and continued to the main part of the station. As I came from the back I saw my mother standing in the middle of everything looking every bit the pissed of Latina she could be. I was in for one hell of a lecture. My mother lectured me from the time we stepped a toe out of the station to the time we stepped a toe in our home.

I woke to my mother shouting that we needed to get the clubhouse immediately. As we pulled into the lot of TM it was bustling with more activity than usually. I followed my mother to clubhouse to find Gemma sitting at a table with a crying Donna and Opie's father Piney at the bar looking dejected. What the fuck. Must have something to do with Opie sitting in a cell last night. My mother joined Gemma and Donna and I plopped on a couch. Soon Clay and the guys emerged from Chapel. Clay walked the the table of women "The club lawyer will be here soon. We'll know what more then." he said to Donna. Jax sat next to me on the couch. "Donna crying got anything to with Opie sitting in a cell last night?" Jax looked at me like I shouldn't know about it. Guess Ma hadn't told anyone about my stunt last night or the Prospect for that matter. "Was sitting in a cell for punching the 1st daughter of Charming. Seen him before Ma picked me up."

"Yeah it does. And it don't look good."

"Shit."

"You said it." Just then Lainie walked in with Juice. That shameless slut.

"Hey jailbird." Lainie called. Everyone's head whipped in my direction.

"Thanks a lot big mouth. They didn't know yet." Lainie shrugged.

"The hell did you do?" Gemma asked. Donna had stopped crying.

"Punched Missy Hale." all heads turned to Juice. "Before you going blaming the Prospect for something, it happened so fast even Lainie couldn't stop me. Unser had me released to Ma and Daddy Hale is dropping it per the Princess's request."

"Did you see Opie?" Donna's quiet voice asked.

"Yeah. He was worried about you more than anything." I didn't lie per say. Opie didn't say he was worried but I ain't dumb. Before anything else could be said the club lawyer walked in. Hours later Donna came out of Church with a tear streaked face, Piney looked pissed and the lawyer looked like he knew he had his work cut for himself.

In the end Opie ended up doing 5 years for the club on an arson charge. The club member that was supposed to be his getaway driver left him at the scene when he heard sirens. Kyle Hobart was excommunicated and exiled from Charming.