At school the Monday after the party, I received several compliments. Mostly, from guys who had probably been dying to see the inside of the clubhouse. Charming was the typical small town, one where nobody's secrets were kept and everyone knew all of your business. SAMCRO was the one exception. Nobody knew the truth about the club. It's members and their families were a mystery to Charming citizens.

I was walking down the hall, adorned in my new leather jacket with Taryn on my right babbling about how the party was a hit and everyone was talking about it in homeroom. I was only half listening, because Sadie Hale, the 'queen bee' was heading in our direction.

Sadie was Jacob Hale's daughter, so naturally she hated the Sons and everyone around them. She'd been invited to the party, only because Gemma wanted me to invite the entire sophmore class. She and her little friends that followed her around and drooled over her demands came, but only stayed for an hour, complaining the whole time about how lame the party was.

When she went to pass me in the hall she bumped my shoulder 'accidentally', causing me to stumble back a few steps in my high-heeled leather boots. I balanced myself again and stepped right in front of Sadie, stopping her from moving on.

She rolled her sea green eyes and looked up at me through her thick brown lashes. "Are you going to move? You white trash piece of shit," She snarled, then tried to duck around me.

I only shifted, cornering her between my body and the row of light green lockers that lined the wall. "Excuse me?" I asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Oh, please," She rolled her eyes. "You're a biker's daughter. Your sweet sixteen was in the trashy clubhouse and you hang around dirty old men who claim to be motorcycle enthusiasts. The only non-trashy thing about SAMCRO is that doctor they keep around for bullet wounds."

Her words stung, like she'd slapped me across the face. I took a step back, feeling the anger boil up inside me. "You don't know us," I scoffed. "You're just like the rest of the rich, entitled bitches in this town. You think you have SAMCRO all figured out, but you don't know a thing. That clubhouse is fair from trashy. It's my second home, where I grew up. And those 'dirty old men' are the only things keeping this town safe, because your lazy ass Uncle David does nothing, but sit on his ass at police headquarters. That doctor," I said immediately thinking about Tara smiling as she watched Abel walk and Thomas make gurgling noises in the high chair. "That doctor is the best thing that's happened to this town. She's the best surgeon we have. SAMCRO doesn't use her for anything. You don't know her either. You don't know that she's given me two beautiful nephews and has made my brother the happiest person alive!" I snarled, my finger pointing dangerously close to her face. "Maybe you should educate yourself, before you go making judgements about me and my family." With that I turned around and stalked down the hall, not really caring what else she had to say. I could still see her face, uptight and pinched as I defended the club to her.

"Okay, Princess!" She called after me, still not giving up the fight. "That's what they call you, right? In that little messed up club Clay's the king, Jax Teller's the prince, your mother's the queen, and you're their princess. I'm sorry you're not used to being treated like the trash you are!"

I whipped myself around, turning on my heel and quickly closed the space between us, cornering her in the same place. "If you have a problem with the way I was raised, then we can handle it the way I was taught to handle bitches like you. Meet me at the park after school and you'll learn why you don't insult SAMCRO."

Sadie made a dramatic show of shivering, then rolled her eyes again and flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder. "I'm so scared, Kayla. What are you gonna get one of daddy's biker boys to shoot me?"

My fists were clenched at my side. It took every ounce of control I could not to deck her right there. I took a step back, trying to create some distance, then continued. "I don't need the boys to take care of bitches like you. I can handle my own problems. Can you? Or is daddy going to pay to get you out of this one?" I cocked my head to the side, waiting for an answer, although I didn't really expect her to have one.

Sadie laughed, like she pitied me and stalked off down the hall, ballet flats flip-flopping against the floor. "I'll see you after school then," She called over her shoulder.

I pulled the old Cadillac into the parking lot behind Charming Park. There were a few little kids playing by the swings their mothers sitting on the benches watching them, but the open field of grass in front of the parking lot was empty. Perfect.

"I don't think this is a good idea," Taryn said as I turned off the engine.

Will was in the backseat nodding wildly in agreement.

I pulled my hair back and tied it up in an elastic, the anger already surging through my body. "This bitch needs to learn that I'm not here to take anyone's shit." I grumbled, keeping my eyes straight ahead, waiting for Sadie's shiny Porsche to turn into the lot.

I slipped my leather jack off and threw it into the backseat next to Will, who stared at it like it might jump up and bite him. "Relax, Will," I said. "You're not going to get in trouble."

I wasn't usually like this. I was nice, sweet even. My teachers loved me and adults adored me, but when you messed with my family or friends it got personal.

We sat there for fifteen minutes, before Sadie turned into the parking lot. "Always fashionably late," I muttered and stepped out of the car, slamming the door behind me.

Taryn followed, then Will. Sadie got out of her car, followed by her group of friends who all wore terrified expressions, but Sadie didn't seem the least bit scared.

"Ready?" I asked, noting her loose hair and crisp white cardigan, clearly she'd never been in a fight before. I slipped my earrings out and handed them to Taryn.

Sadie simply nodded, not dropping the tough facade she was wearing.

"I'm just going to tell you that if you hadn't run your mouth about my family, you wouldn't be in this situation," I said, giving Sadie a hard shove. She stumbled backwards, right onto the grass patch that I had planned out.

"I'm sorry you were dealt a bad hand," She said, jutting out her bottom lip like she was genuinely sympathetic. "Maybe my daddy will offer to adopt you..." Her voice trailed off and she seemed to think about this, then her eyebrows shot up and she shook her head, like she'd changed her mind. "But then again, he usually takes the trash out, he doesn't bring it in."

That was it, I'd held back for as long as I could. I tightened the fist at my side and swung, knocking Sadie right in her perfect little smile.

She stumbled back, nearly tripping in her little ballet flats and reached up to cradle her mouth. There was a stream of bright red blood flowing out of the corner of her mouth and dribbling down her chin.

"Was there anything else you'd like to say about my family and I?" I asked, crossing my hands over my chest, ignoring the dull ache in my knuckles.

Sadie looked up, offering me a sinister smile. "Yes, but I don't really have to say anything. You just proved how trashy you really are."

I took a step closing the small distance between us and swung again, this time my fist connected with her nose. There was an audible crack, followed by a gushing of blood from her nostrils. "You'll pay for this!" Sadie shouted, pressing a hand to her broken nose.

Sadie's lip quivered, she bit it to hold it still. One of her friends gasped behind me and Taryn came up pulling on my arm. "Don't ever say another word about SAMCRO," I said, backing away from Sadie as the blood from her face stained her dress. "You understand?"

She reached up to touch her nose and nodded slowly. Her friends rushed to her side, dabbing at the blood and wailing along with her. I rolled my eyes. I hadn't hit her that hard.

I slipped into the driver's seat and heard the sirens screaming. I jumped out of the car and leaned against the hood, knowing that they were coming for me. Over in the park one of the toddler's mother that I'd seen when I'd pulled in was clutching a phone and making her way over to Sadie.

"Shit," I muttered to myself and crossed my arms over my chest.

Taryn came over to me I could see the fear in her eyes. Will stood behind her a few feet with the same frightened expression. I stood off the car and looked at both of them. "Go," I nodded toward the car. "The keys are inside. You didn't do anything, you shouldn't get in trouble."

Taryn smiled, wished me good luck, then zipped out of the parking lot, Will in the front seat next to her. She passed the cop car on the way in. Of course Hale and that blonde female cop were sitting in the front seat. Sadie would be lucky enough to have her uncle show up.

I crossed my arms again and let my posture slump. Hale and the female pulled up next to Sadie's Porsche and jumped out.

"What happened here?" Hale asked, placing a hand on the cuffs on his belt and eyeing me.

I simply laughed. Of course he immediately assumed it was me.

The woman who'd called the cops piped up, "I saw them get into a little bit of an argument, then she," She said, pointing an accusing finger at me, "Punched her twice." She scowled at me, clearly knowing exactly who I was.

Hale looked at me, then at Sadie. He told his partner to phone an ambulance, then handcuffed me, reading my Miranda rights. "You're going to have to come to the station, Kayla," He said sternly, helping me into the back of the squad car.

At the station I was put in a holding cell, until they could contact Gemma or Clay. I sat on the floor with my back pressed up against the cold yellow stone. I didn't feel bad about what I did, that bitch had it coming, insulting the Sons like that.

"What the hell did you do?" Gemma asked. She was standing on the other side of the bars, Unser a few feet behind her looking sheepish.

I stood up and wrapped my hands around the bars that separated us. "Nothing, I just put that bitch in her place. She was calling us trash, saying that daddy and them were dirty old men," I shrugged like I was innocent.

Gemma crossed her arms over her chest and clucked her tongue. "You stupid shit," She said, but I could tell she wasn't mad. Her tone was light and airy.

I suppressed a smile. "Sorry," I said, making it obvious that I was not sorry at all.

"Get her out of there, Unser," Gemma ordered.

I walked out of the station tucked under Gemma's arm. When we got into her Cadillac she turned to me. "What exactly happened?"

I sighed and looked at her. "Sadie Hale just said that we were trashy, that daddy and the rest of the club were dirty, old men, that Tara was just useful to them, because she treated their bullet wounds, and that I was the princess of SAMCRO. Then she told me that she would adopt me, but her father only took out the trash, he didn't bring it in," I summarized what Sadie said, the anger building up again. I punched the leather seat hard, then stared straight ahead. "I hit her. Twice."

Gemma laughed, lightly and turned on the car, easily backing out of the station's parking lot. "Like mother like daughter," She said under her breath.

Back at the clubhouse everyone was waiting for me. They erupted into a round of applause. "First time, doing time," Jax said, offering me a bright smile. He slung his arm around my shoulders and laughed.

The rest of the club all congratulated me, like this was a good thing. I couldn't help but shake my head. Maybe I did grow up in a backwards world. One that congratulated you when you got home from the police station instead of scolding you. It was my world though and I wouldn't trade it for anything.

The club sipped on their beers and shot pool, already starting a party. Of course they used any excuse to have a party. My freedom from my little stint in jail was the perfect reason for them. Clay came over and kissed my forehead.

"Thank you, Kaybear," He whispered. "For protecting the club. You didn't have to do that."

"What was I gonna do? Let her say that?" I laughed and leaned my head into his shoulder. " I was raised better than that you know."

Clay laughed, kissed my head again and left, joining Bobby and Tig at the pool table.

I sat back, propped up against the bar, while the boys and my mother laughed and drank their beers. I was proud of what I'd protected and I'd do it all over again.

I hope you enjoy the chapter! I'm trying to steer away from 'Kayla's the apple of the club's eye' and trying to make her a strong, independent woman! I hope you'll leave reviews and let me know what you think!