llwild1992 (2015- )

Sons of Anarchy Fanfiction

Anarchy: I Don't Deserve You

Chapter Three: Banana Sandwiches

-X-

"Come on," the Mr. Mulligan said as he pulled his glasses off, "you kids had three weeks to read this; what is a message behind the story. Someone; anyone? Just one meaning; please?" Tara yawned as she decided it was about time to wake up after napping with her ears open and raise her hand and answer the question. "Miss Knowles." He pointed.

Damn my nap didn't last that long…Yawning again, Tara pulled herself more upright in her chair, placing her bad foot against the book rack of the chair in front of her, "that in the face of danger it is okay to be afraid, but your duty will always catch up to you. He ran from his first battle because he was scared of dying, but when he looked into the dead faces of his brother's at arms he knew it was better to die a hero than live as a coward because in the end; only your actions are remembered, never your face or thoughts." How thick can some people get? Watch the movie.

"A+." Mr. Mulligan smiled, dropping the book onto his desk and clapped, all the other students groaned, Tara was always the smart one, shining above them. "Now that was a college level answer. The Red Badge of Courage; short and simple." He took up the book again and held it to his chest, "however there are many life lessons kids your age can learn. The Civil War was fourth by north and south, brother against brother; kids your age were told it was for glory and honor; but what they fond was a side of life they couldn't have imagined." The bell rang and nearly everyone flew from their seats. Tara took her time, slowly gathering her books, "Tara?" Mr. Mulligan called as she passed him, "thank you. If I have to read another paper about how he gets shot in the end and wears a red badge of his own blood; I'm quitting."

"Why couldn't everyone just watch the movie? I did."

"I know you read the book, Tara."

Sucking her teeth Tara cocked her head to the side, "you're right; I did." She smiled. You're lucky I got fired and had actual time to read.

"Have you given any thought of where you're looking to apply for college?"

"All of them," Tara said, "as long as they are one thousand miles away from Charming." So far away I can be free; I just want to be somewhere different—where no one knows me. Because this town is incestuous, backward, and small-minded.

"Do you know what you're interested in studying? If its English literature or secondary education I would be happy to write you a letter of recommendation."

Recommendation my ass… "That would be helpful, thanks." He's only half as good a teacher as he thinks he is, like I had no idea he reads the material himself before class?

"Don't forget your—"

"—Analysis on Red Badge and Gatsby is due on Friday." She finished for him with a smile, "see you tomorrow." Tara shuffled out of that room as quickly as possible, finding Mary waiting outside the door. "Hey,"

"What the hell kind of smart answer was that?" Mary rolled her eyes and flipped her red hair back over her shoulder.

"A smart one." Tara rolled her eyes, "Come on lets go to lunch."

"You're such a 'goodie-goodie'." Mary stuck her tongue out as she followed Tara.

Wish I wasn't. Tara and Mary walked through the slowly emptying hallways, Carly was called to the principal's office earlier that day and send home for inappropriate skirt length, and being high off her ass, but in this school it was the norm. Tara thanked god it was a sunny day so they could have open lunch, a perk for being an upper classman. Sighing once that warm light hit her body, she nearly fell over in ecstasy.

"Tara!" a familiar voice shouted, turning to see who it was, Tara couldn't help but smile at Donna, "hey my group ditched me, can I hang with you?"

"Sure," Tara nodded, Mary too nodded. "We sit on the vaulting padding."

"Perfect," Donna laughed as her blue highlights turned green in the light. She smiled as they walked towards the open football field.

Mary and Donna began talking about hair and highlights, all Tara could link about was sitting on the field. One more nap and I can make it to ninth period. Just one more. She smiled as the reached their spot. The lovely balloon the pole vaults would land on. Throwing her pack down, Tara nearly dove into the air pillow, her small body wrapped in a black cardigan two sized too big barely even made a dent. When Mary and Donna flopped down Tara nearly bounded off. Closing her eyes as she faced the sun she prayed Vitamin D would make her a healthier shade. "Wake me before the bell." Oh god this is like sleeping on a cloud…if only I could stay here forever! She commanded before counting sheep and found herself asleep.

Donna smirked and reached inside her purse, taking out a cellular phone, pulled the antenna up, and started to diel. "Hey, we're in the football field. Yeah, okay, love you too." She hung up and noticed Mary's accusative stare, moving her shoulders in an innocent gesture she smiled, "you'll see."

The two quietly ate their lunches whilst Tara slept unbeknownst to most of the world. She didn't hear the roar of the engines passing by the school, parking in the school lot. Donna smirked and hit her feet against the cushion as Mary stood on her knees to see what was going on. Jax and Opie both confidently walked into the field, bringing with them stairs from the kids in gym class and the other students having lunch on the bleachers. Both were in dark wash slightly baggy jeans, long sleeved shirts with black short sleeves over it, and of course their cuts. Donna jumped down to run to Opie, throwing herself into his arms and kiss him. Jax continued walking towards Mary and Tara. Wiking to Mary who turned a shade of red that competed with the red of her hair.

"Hey, Baby Girl." He said.

"Hi,"

Looking down he found Tara out light a light, surprised she was sleeping facing the sun. "How long has she been out?"

"Just about ten minutes." She reached to smooth down her hair, her hands shaking, "are you here to see us?" she was completely red now.

"You bet. Did she eat anything?"

"No, she always sleeps through lunch." She whipped her hair over one shoulder and sat up better on her knees, thrusting out her ample bosom that nearly popped out of her blue low cut shirt. "Are you sure you're here to see us?"

"Of course I am." Jax smiled, "you're old man Hound's girl aren't you?" One of the greasy old men of Clay's generation who enjoyed the company of much younger girls. Jax knew it Mary was held back and his age; nearly eighteen, but it was illegal. However Hound's girls never complained because he spent money on them, if the expensive bobbles currently handing from her ears where any indication; she had him wrapped around her little finger.

"He talks about me." She blanched.

"Sure he does."

"Good things I hope?"

"If you call being a perfect 10 a good think?"

"Of course it is."

Donna ran up and slugged Jax in the shoulder, "Yo."

"Thanks," Jax whispered and Opie arched, placing his hands onto Donna's shoulders.

"Didn't I tell you she was too good for you?" Donna's brow arched as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Do I ever listen to you?"

"No,"

"Let's not change that." Jax laughed.

"You're here for Tara?" Mary whispered, slightly disappointed as he smirked towards her, but then became happy, "Tara!" Mary jumped over, and tried to shake her awake, "Tar-Tar wake up!"

Tara came awake, her eyes opened slightly but then closed, groaning she raised her hands to shade her eyes as she breathed in deeply. "Did the bell ring?" she asked sleepily, she looked to Mary who was nearly sitting on her but then Jax caught her vision. Oh crap! Sitting up, her long hair following like a dark red cloud, shorter ends fell into her face, as she reached up to pull them away she blushed, "hi."

"Hey,"

"Are you allowed on school property?"

"I dropped out; not expelled." Jax laughed as she sat up, still holding a hand over her eyes. He pulled his side satchel over his shoulder and sat down next to her.

"What are you doing here?"

"Seeing you." He winked.

"Clearly," she rolled her eyes.

"Here," he offered a sandwich wrapped in cellophane, "Peanut butter and Banana."

Keeping her eyes on him, she did not take the sandwich. Jutting out her lips in defiance she stared him down, "You didn't have to."

"Too bad, I wanted to." Reaching over Jax took her hand and forced her to take the sandwich, and then pulled out an orange juice and balanced it on her kneecap.

Mary was literally about to explode in her skin as Tara kept her gaze on Jax. Mary liked that, the way he challenged her. Tara was always so hard and determined, Jax slid under her skin, something no one before could do. Biting down on her lip she smiled, badass biker and the honor student. Perfect Romeo and…and…what was her name? Who the fuck cares! This was the perfect star-crossed lovers shit Charming has seen in a long time!

Tara felt her stomach nearly roar like a lion with the sandwich and drink presented to her. Careful to not overreact, she accepted the offering without complaint. Opening the juice carefully and drinking it. Mary pulled out a joint, which was her lunch more than often, and lit it. Donna and Opie tumbled onto the mat together, he wrapped himself around her and kissed her loudly on the cheek. She laughed and asked for a hit from Mary.

Jax leaned down onto his knees and ran a hand though his hair, feeling suddenly awkward on this overly large cushion beside Tara and the others. She slowly munched on the sandwich, picking the bananas out and popping them into her mouth. She had no idea her innocent enjoyment of food was turning him on. Looking out into the visitor bleachers he realized he sort of misses this. The hanging out with guys is own age, girls his own age. But he was always out of the ordinary; growing up with bearded men and Harleys. He didn't really have anything in common with people.

Tara watched from the corner of her eye as Jax shifted uncomfortably. He kept running his palms over his thighs, breathing in deeply. He was always Mr. Cool. But now he was a fumbling teenager. It was kind of impressive. Was she the one who was doing this? Popping another banana slice into her mouth, licking the peanut butter off of her thumb and first finger. She slid forward until her legs dripped over the side of the mat, placing her feet against the turf grass. Jax shifted and gave her some room beside him.

"Thanks," she muttered, biting down into the peanut butter goodness.

For some odd reason a flush crept up his neck. "No problem, Tara."

-X-

"Tara," Colette called, "Table Seven." She coughed, her hand in her pocket gripping her cigarettes.

Sighing Tara closed her book, bending the page in to make her place. Seven was not in her area. Groaning she looked out to see it was the group of girls who followed the MC. Closing her eyes she prayed for the strength to face them.

"Hello," She greeted with her best smile, "Can I start you guys off with anything to drink?"

"Cokes all around." the head girl with the biggest breasts and the lowest cut shirt ordered as she blew against her freshly painted nails. Writing the order down on her pad she nodded, trying not to look at them, "you're the dike from the other night, aren't you?"

"Not a dike," Tara felt her inner Amazonian warrior groan and reach for her bow, "I'll be back with your drinks."

"So are you like into hardcore male-looking women or lithely little bitches?"

"None of your concern," She played it off, turning around and walking away. But they insisted on laughing about her.

Look at her legs! My god I could snap them like a wishbone.

Did you see her hair? Looks like someone likes to grip it nice and tight, it's so thin.

Lifeless; maybe she's someone's slave and can't function without orders!

Something gripped inside of her chest, a pain pushed its way to her eyes, as she gathered the cups to fill with soda, and she felt this massive wave of emotion hit her. Her heart pounded and her chest ached, tears threatened to fall. Gripping the edge of the counter she focused on her breathing. Since Jax paid off the major bills, Tara managed to come back to life, just a bit, and that included emotions. Slapping herself she fought back against it and did her task. But when she turned around, round tray in hand, the table was empty. God damn it! She turned around and threw the drinks out, not before drinking one of them herself.

"Tara, Table Eight," her manager said as she rounded the corner.

"Got it." She shook it off and headed to her station, not looking up as she watched her convers against the linoleum floor, odd, why didn't she put on her sensible shoes? "Good evening, my name is Tara and I'll be your serve," She looking up to smile, but came face to face with Jax Teller, "SH—" and Gemma and Clay Morrow, "—should I give you a moment to look over the menus?" phew! Good recovery Tara!

Jax chuckled as le smiled at her, noticing her almost slipup. Clay smiled a toothy grin, holding his toothpick with two fingers, his sunglasses on top of his silver head. Gemma however did not smile, the leather clad biker queen peered at her with dark lined eyes and thought for a second. Tara felt her confidence waver under Gemma's gaze. She had seen her around town of course, but never met her in person. From all accounts she was a typical barracuda, attack or threaten first, ask questions later.

"I'll take a hot water with lemon," her high voice finally said as her manicured nails held pulled the menu apart to look over it, Clay wrapped an arm around her shoulders and looked to Jax across from him.

"Soda," Jax said, leaning forward onto the table.

"Coffee, black." Clay laughed, "Tell me," he stopped her from leaving, "how often go you get 'you're the spitting image of your mother'? God rest her soul."

"Not very often," Tara smiled, "but thank you for remembering her."

"She was a peach," his charm was real. "As are you, sweetheart."

A flush rushed through her skin, "thank you, Mr. Morrow."

"Clay," he warned with a playful smile.

"Mr. Morrow." She repeated, turning back to fill their drink order. When she returned, Jax smiled towards her and ordered a simple burger and fries, enjoying the torment Gemma put her through, having her stand there under scrutiny. "So that's one stake rare, side of vegetables, one California burger well done, and one Hungarian goulash?" she repeated back to them.

"That's right." Gemma smiled.

"Great," she smiled and turned around to head to the kitchen.

"My god is she timid." Gemma whispered, "You think she would be stronger with what she's been through."

"I think you're just that scary, mom." Jax laughed, sipping his soda, watching from the corner of his eye as Tara waited for the orders, standing behind the counter, notebook in her hand, pencil moving, and a textbook on the counter, she was literally doing homework while on the job.

-X-

"Have a good night Tara." The manager said happily as she held the door open for her as she counted her tips, damn Clay Morrow gave her thirty dollars for a tip.

"See ya tomorrow." Tara said as she walked out, pocketing her money and holding her pack tight in her hands, the keychain that held both the house key and her ICOEPS (In Case Of Emergency Pepper Spray) in her fist. She never went anywhere without it.

"Get home safe."

"No problem." She laughed, heading out into the dark streets of Charming, walking as fast as her tired and sore feet would take her. Keeping her head down and her stride forceful she was fully intent on falling into her bed and sleeping until her next shift at the bakery. Her dad should be passed out in bed now and ready for his morning bout of vodka by ten in the morning.

Maybe I can get a bit of cleaning in before he wakes up, maybe even going grocery shopping. Not that he eats anything now a days.

Suddenly someone's hand gripped her shoulder, screaming Tara turned around, and pepper spray at the ready. Her heart deafened her ears, thundering in her chest, breathing suddenly rapid. But another hand gripped her wrist, stopping her from spraying in the eyes.

"Darling, you really are jumpy." Jax said looking down at her, dear in headlight look in her now chocolate brown eyes. Her finger absently hit the trigger to release the spray over his shoulder as her body shook with adrenaline. "You seriously didn't hear me?" she shook her head as he brought her hand down and removed the spray from her fingers, "I pulled a U-turn when I passed you, parked and called your name."

"I get in the zone when walking home." She breathed heavily as she looked at him, "Sorry,"

"No I am, I shouldn't have come up behind you."

"Why did you turn around?"

"I wanted to know if you wanted a ride."

Crossing her arms she looked at his bike, parked a little bit away, "Home?"

"Of course." He looked so innocent.

"Thanks, but I can make it home on my own."

"I know that, darling, but I want to take you."

"Nope," she turned her back and started walking.

"Why are you making me work this hard?" he groaned, "seriously, Tara, stop pushing me away."

"Well you just keep weaseling your way, I don't want you, Jax." she laughed, hearing his shoes scrape the ground as he headed back to his bike. "Goodnight Jax."

"Keep telling yourself that, Tara." He shouted back before starting his engine.

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