A/N: What is this? Another update in the same day? I'm awesome, I know :P

Thanks for reading, people :D I hope you'll like it :D

The fight scene was written by my dear friend princessjazzie, since I'm not a native speaker of English and I lack in terminology. Thank yo a lot, sweetie. This is her username on ff net, so please, go check out her SoA fan fiction. She's awesome.

Sorry for typos and mistakes.

Happy reading :3

'Cause I See You

It was the night of the fight, which was organised in one of the larger gyms in Lodi, a town not far from Charming.

The guys were all there, but Neal wasn't there yet, meaning that Tara hadn't arrived either.

Jax wondered what she would be wearing that night. He hoped it would be something-

Focus, Jax! Focus!

After warming up in the locker room and talking to Chibs, who gave him some advice, Jax walked out of the locker room feeling pretty pumped about his fight.

He knew he was good, better than good. Still, he hadn't met his opponent yet, but he did hear some things about him that weren't all that good.

The crowd cheered loudly when they saw him making his way into the makeshift ring.

Jax saw that Ima, Wendy, and Winsome came to support him, but somehow, it didn't really matter to him. They would come whenever he had a fight, but it wasn't like their presence did anything to motivate him.

Though, they did know how to congratulate him every single time, he smirked at the thought.

Jax looked around the crowd of onlookers, whose bodies formed a makeshift ring, trying to spot his opponent for the evening.

Not seeing anyone that called out to him as worthy of the nickname 'Rampage', he made his way over to the edge of the ring to talk to Chibs and Tig.

Jax bounced from foot to foot, jabbing the air to stay loose as he talked to them. After what seemed like an eternity, Tig motioned for Jax to stop and turn around.

Upon turning around, Jax saw the crowd parting for a man that looked to be about 6' 5" in height. As he approached, Jax realised his height wasn't going to be the only potential issue.

Frankie 'Rampage' Henderson was not only tall, but he looked to be a good 275 pounds of solid muscle with a reach of 84".

After shaking his head to clear the sudden unease of seeing his much larger opponent, Jax held out his taped hand in front of him, as a means to say 'let's do this'.

Rampage raised an eyebrow to Jax's outstretched hand before pushing it aside with his own right.

Catching Jax off guard by his behaviour, he was able to land a hit with his left.

Momentarily stunned by the hit to the temple, Jax took a teetering step backwards. Without moving, Rampage threw a straight, jab, right hook combo followed by a kick to Jax's now hunched-over frame. The kick knocked Jax backward a few feet.

Jax however only allowed himself a second to get back into guard. Sensing his opponent nearing, Jax looked up in time to see Rampage approaching him like a raging bull for the takedown.

In response, Jax stumbled mere inches out of Rampage's reach.

Charging past his opponent, Rampage turned on his heels to go after Jax yet again. Only, he found himself connecting with Jax's outstretched fist.

Not missing a beat, Jax hit him with a left and a right jab followed by a few quick knees to the body and a punch to the liver.

With Rampage's body doubled over, Jax caught a glimpse of his Tara on the edge of the ring behind his opponent, and his breath caught in his throat.

She was surrounded by Neil and members of his club.

She looked beautiful with her long brown hair cascading down to the middle of her back in loose curls.

Not to mention how hot she looked in her skinny black jeans, red tartan shirt that showed just a bit of her cleavage, and fire engine red stilettos.

He felt a twinge of hurt as he realized she was busy talking to the guys to notice him or to even bother watching the fight.

He couldn't hear what they were saying because the noise was too loud, but he could bet it was something obscene because she pushed Juice away playfully, as she threw her head back, obviously laughing at something he said. He saw that Juice's eyes travelled south to her cleavage and Jax felt his blood boil.

Dammit, Juice!

He kept punching and kicking this leviathan of a man, trying to concentrate on the fight and avoiding Rampage's hits. But his eyes would wander to her every now and then it just irked him to know she was there, but not paying him any attention.

Jax was determined to get her attention one way or another.

After struggling to free himself from Rampage's grasp, Jax grabbed onto his shoulder, connecting a hard knee to the head, knocking him out for the count.

The referee raised Jax's hand as to show the audience who the winner was, as if that wasn't clear enough.

Jax snuffed, huffing and puffing as he tried to get his breathing under control. He pushed his damp hair out his face, his eyes searching for her.

Tig, Chibs, and Clay approached him, patting him on the back and congratulating him. The crowd joined them, praising Jax and his technique.

They led him to the locker room as Jax turned his head left and right to see Tara, but there were too many people around him that he barely even saw his own friends.

After a few quick pictures in his sponsored attire and some short interview for the local newspapers, Jax showered and put on a clean white shirt and zip up hoodie that also bore the logo of Neal's company.

When he left the locker room, his sports bag in his hand, he was met by Tara, who was apparently waiting for him outside the gym.

She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and hugged him tightly, then kissed his cheek. Jax's arm came around her lower back as he buried his face into her hair, inhaling the scent that he had missed so much. He felt an immense pleasure to have her in his arms for the first time, even if it was just to hug her.

Her body felt so right pressed against his, that he could barely form a coherent thought that didn't involve pinning her to the nearby wall and taking her right there. He felt himself getting too happy, so he drew back, hoping she didn't notice.

Her face bore a huge grin and her eyes sparkled as she looked at him.

"Congrats, Teller! You were amazing!"

He grinned back, though he couldn't help but snap a little at her.

-"How would you know, Knowles? You weren't even watching the fight."

She scowled at him, crossing her arms on her chest.

-"What? I sure did."

He tilted his head to the side, feeling a little annoyed. He shoved his hand in the pocket of his hoodie as he looked at her.

-"When? You were too busy chatting up with Ortiz."

As it dawned on her what Jax was referring to, Tara stifled a laugh. But the corners of her lips twitched, and she burst out laughing which made him even more irritated.

-"You're such a child, Teller. It was just a moment, believe it or not. Hahaha,seriously though. "

-"Don't laugh at me."

"God, you're such an attention seeker."

No, I'm not. I just want your attention, he thought, bowing his head.

-"Come. We're going to celebrate your big victory."

Tara pulled him by his arm to the parking lot, where all of the SAMCRO guys and Neal were waiting. They congratulated him once more.

Jax felt a tug of jealousy as Tara sat on Neal's bike, her arms wrapping around his waist, his hands dangerously close to the lower part of his body.

He shook his head, trying to chase away his stupid thoughts.

Then they all straddled their bikes and rode back to the clubhouse, where they were supposed to celebrate.

###################################################

Jax's victory was bitter sweet.

He got to see Tara smiling at him, looking hot as fuck in those stilettos that made her ass look mighty fine and that shirt which made him lick his lips at the mere thought of what might be hiding underneath it.

Sitting at the bar and stealing glances at her, he couldn't help but think what it would be like to peel it off her, slowly. His fingers itched to take off her jeans and caress every inch of her body, soaking in every part of her. He imagined fucking her on his bed, with nothing but those red stilettos on her.

-"Baby, I believe congratulations are in order."

Ima came around him and kissed him on the lips, shoving her tongue into his mouth, then she withdrew it, tracing kisses down his jaw and neck.

It didn't feel right to Jax. None of it did.

But he glanced at Tara who was sitting on Neal's lap, his hand resting on her thigh. Her hands were around his neck and she was kissing him. The kiss looked too intimate to Jax. His jaw twitched at the sight. He felt sick to his stomach just by looking at them.

And that was the bitter part of his victory.

-Let's go."

Jax glanced at Tara for the last time before he took Ima, who was all too eager to follow him, into his room.

He took her again and again that night, pounding into her and pouring his every frustration and anger into the girl whose face he didn't even see, blocking out her moans and screams.

He thrust into her mechanically, hoping that she might chase away the image of the brunette out of his head. A brunette he wanted so badly that it hurt him physically just to think of her.

The party was in full swing outside of his room and he could hear his friends' laughter and Bobby's singing.

The only thing he didn't hear, but wanted desperately to, was her laughter.

He imagined she went home with Neal.

He imagined them having sex, Neal's hands on her and it made him even angrier so he quickened his thrusts, willing his mind to stop thinking about her, about anything related to her.

Long after the party ended and Ima fell asleep, no doubt satisfied, Jax was still awake.

His heavy breathing was the only sound that filled the room. His arms were crossed under his head and he gazed at the ceiling, shutting and opening his eyes, pushing away the image of his beautiful Tara and the feeling of her arms wrapped around him, the feeling of her lips on his cheek.

What in the fucking world was happening to him?

(Thoughts? Do you like this chapter? If so, why? Is there anything you didn't like? Leave me some feedback xoxo)