SpiceyGirl, I'm so glad you found that easy to follow. I was trying to overlap her touching herself and then flashes back to her having the real thing with Jax; and then she would be really sad that she can't have the real thing, and then embarrassed because in the end she's by herself…for now…anywho, this was really hard to write and I have so many ideas for the story. Thanks for the wonderful review!

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Chapter 3: The First (Part I continued)

Jax was no stranger to detention, and found himself in familiar circumstances. The teacher, Mr. Rawles, was a pretty easy going guy. He didn't make them do stupid shit like lines or anything, but he didn't take the typical jacking around either. Sentences were served making up homework and reading. Jax never did either, usually spending his time carving out obscenities on the desk with his KA-BAR; but today he was determined to remain quiet. Tara had taken a seat next to him and was studiously scribbling in a very neat print. She was reading at a ridiculously fast rate and taking notes, being careful not to look at him. Jax noticed that she was cautiously avoiding his gaze because he spent the whole time staring at her. She met his eyes only once or twice, and each time he met her cool gray green eyes full on. They locked eyes and Jax felt this instant spark before she quickly looked down, blushing furiously.

Jax wasn't one of those "love at first sight" kind of guys. That shit was for pussies. Girls were for sex, and if he did find that special someone, he would make her his old lady. She would understand that the club came first. Jax acted on impulse, but was quite observant. And surprisingly his lack of academics did not mean that he wasn't smart, quite the opposite in fact. He spent his free time devouring books and had a natural tongue for seeing through situations and taking in information. He was thinking of this line from Shakespeare: "Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!/ For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."

"What?" Tara whispered, and Jax blushed when he realized that he had said it out loud. Play it cool, he thought.

"It's Shakespeare. I was saying that you're beautiful," he said, holding his breath. Why the fuck am I nervous? I don't mean this shit, do I? Naaaahhh, she's just different from the usual croweaters. I just need to tap it and move on. Jax was trying to rationalize the strange feelings that Tara was igniting, and his ego was battling the instant connection he was feeling for this girl.

"Oh," she said, and that delicious blush crept up her neck again. "Shakespeare, huh? I didn't figure the local biker prince for quoting Romeo and Juliet," she said, and she was staring at him with those startling eyes again. He was secretly pleased that she knew where the quote came from.

Tara didn't know what to make of this boy. What was his deal? She just figured this was the Casanova side of him that she had heard so much about. After he had told him her name, and she took in the enormous tattoo that covered his back, Tara put two and two together and linked Jackson Teller to his larger than life reputation. The word was that he got around quite a bit, and wasn't particularly discriminating as long as you had a big rack and a vagina. She knew how to handle these types. She didn't have a ton of experience with guys and had never had a steady boyfriend, but Tara had seen enough soaps and been around long enough to hold her own. If anything, the Irish in her made her brash, but it was reeled in by her logical mind.

"Did you just say loved me via Shakespeare?" she said sarcastically with a raise of her sharp eyebrows.

"Uhhhhhhhh, n-" stammered Jax. "I-I-I." He definitely didn't expect her to call him out on it. Shit, he thought, and he was genuinely tongue tied and left without a quick retort.

"Cause from what I hear, you are quite the Romeo. I just want to let you know upfront that I'm not that kind of girl, and that you won't be getting in my pants, so save your pretty mouth the trouble," she said, with more courage and a little more spite than she thought she was capable of. Why am I getting so heated? she thought.

"It's not like that," he quickly said in defense. Yes it is, said his mind. Damn, she got on to him pretty quickly and he found himself biting back a smile despite her catty response. "You think my mouth's pretty?"

"Uhhh, well-'' she tried to say no, but her mind was screaming YES! Yes, I think you're mouth's pretty, and your hair looks disheveled, but I still want to run my fingers through it, and seeing you without your shirt on was just about the most erotic thing to happen ever in my life, she thought. But it was her turn to be tongue tied.

"Haha. It's cool; I am pretty, get it from my dad," he said, his blue eyes sparkling in a charming way. "Look, I think we got off to a wrong start here. I don't know anything about you, and you don't know anything about me. So why don't we put off reputations and bad first impressions and start over?"

Tara didn't know how to respond to that, so she did the only thing that she could do, and nodded mutely. She hadn't expected him to be so forthright. Usually guys with charm and bravado used their skills to dodge around the truth and dress things up. He had cut right to the chase and made a logical proposal, so of course she would accept. Secretly, she felt a little embarrassed that she had judged him without knowing who he was as a person. Her mom taught her better than that.

A few minutes later and Mr. Rawles dismissed the class and let them go. "Well, congratulations on your first detention," said Jax, as he got up from his desk and walked her out of the classroom.

"Um, I've got to use the phone and call my dad. I already missed the bus," said Tara, nervously tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Okay, soooo…I'll see you tomorrow. It was really nice meeting you Tara Knowles," he said and walked off in the other direction. Tara smiled in response and went to the office to dial her dad. After about three tries, she gave up. Dad was probably passed out somewhere which meant Tara would have to walk and it was ninety degrees outside.

Tara stepped out into the sweltering heat and it felt like someone had smothered her in a hot, wet, blanket. She sucked in warm air and pulled a water bottle out of her backpack. Forty-five minutes of walking lay ahead of her and she steeled herself for the task, only to falter when she heard that familiar cackle…

"Well, look who it is!" said Natalie. She was sitting in her red hot mustang convertible with the music pumping softly, and a soft rumble was purring in the background. Two cheerleaders, a blonde and a Latina girl, walked towards her car. Natalie must have dropped by to pick them up from practice. Great, thought Tara, just what I need right now.

"Hahaha, this bitch rides the bus and she's too poor to get a car! Is your dad gonna pick you up, or does his DUI keep him? Oh, this air conditioning feels so good, I'm so glad I don't have to walk in this mess," said Natalie, and her cheerleader friends laughed along with her. Tara simply rolled her eyes as her tongue was too dry for her to make a comeback. She just picked up her pace and kept walking, turning round the corner, already fatigued from the heat. She barely registered that the rumbling was getting louder until she looked up and locked eyes with a now familiar pair of crystal blues.

"Hey," said Jax as he powered off the bike, and Tara took a moment before she responded. She was too transfixed by him sitting on his Harley. His helmet was strapped on and his long limbs were securing him on the bike. His whole posture was at ease, but he exuded this confidence, this…POWER with his arms on the handlebars. Tara fought back the silly image of him dressed in medieval garb. The Harley was a noble, black steed and his black leather cut was replaced with armor. He looked like a warrior, and he took her breath away.

"Do you need a ride?" he said, and his lips (pretty mouth) pulled back into a triumphant smile, revealing even white teeth.

"No, I couldn't trouble-''

"Don't worry about it. It's my fault you had detention in the first place," he said unbuckling his helmet and thrusting it out to her.

"If you're really sure; and if it's no trouble," she said shyly, strapping the helmet onto her head.

"Naaah, no trouble at all. So where's your ride?" he asked.

"Oh, I usually take the bus. It kind of sucks cause I have to be up at 5 every morning, but it beats this heat. My dad's not answering the phone, so I really am sorry to have to trouble you," she said shyly as she climbed up the back of the bike. Jax had to assist her because her legs weren't as long as his and he grabbed her arm, hoisting her up. He carefully pointed out where she should put her feet and then surprised her by grabbing her hands and pulling them around his waist.

She was startled and a little embarrassed by the close proximity, letting her grip slack a little bit so she didn't seem like she was groping. She pressed her lips to the back of his ear to give him directions and he simply nodded his comprehension. Just as she got situated, Natalie pulled around the corner in her convertible and nearly slammed on her breaks as she caught sight of them. Jax had turned on his bike and revved the engine, waving politely at Natalie who just stood there and glared daggers at Tara. The two bimbo cheerleaders in the car were staring also, and Tara allowed a smug smile to find her face.

She, very slowly so as to be obvious, splayed her fingers across Jax's taught chest in very ostentatious gesture. She rubbed her cheek against his back, making contact with the reaper, and smiled in triumph. Mentally she was giving Natalie a big middle finger as they sped off with the wind blowing in her hair. She could almost hear Natalie's jaw click as it dropped in shock.

It was the first time she had ever been on a bike, and she was surprised at the smoothness of the ride. A cool breeze whipped through her hair, refreshing her. Tara lived a good twenty minutes on a normal drive from the school. She felt like she would get there a lot faster as Jax seemed to have trouble acknowledging the speed limits. She thought about Natalie's face and started laughing. She was having fun.

Jax had looked at her in his rearview mirror, and when he saw her smile, he felt something tugging in his chest. It complete lit up her face, and it was amazing to see this sliver of brilliant radiance shining through her normally composed exterior . He liked the feeling of her arms wrapped around him and drove a little faster so that she would hold on tighter. He wanted to feel her closer, and thought about how her naked skin would feel against his. Jax smiled. It was a day of many "firsts." Her first detention, the first day of school, and now the first time he had let a girl ride on his bike. He didn't let the croweaters on because they always wore short skirts and little or no panties. He always had to wipe down his seats at the bar because he was afraid that they would dribble pussy juice everywhere. And he just wouldn't do that to the Harley. Wet pussy is meant for the bedroom, and not for his ride. It would be sacrilegious. But Tara was a good girl, so he thought it would be okay. He had to change his train of thought, because thinking of Tara's pussy did things to his body that would be embarrassingly obvious, and he still wanted to make a good new impression.

Too soon for his liking, but just in time to distract him, they arrived at her house. It was a nice neighborhood, but nowhere as upscale as where his home was. The lawn was clean and well manicured. Tara got off the bike and unbuckled the helmet. She seemed almost tense and looked around the driveway. She was hoping that her dad wasn't home so she wouldn't have to explain arriving home on the back of the town biker prince's Harley.

"Thanks for the ride. It was my first time, actually," she said.

"It seems like this day is full of firsts," said Jax. He then decided to test his luck and put on his show of bravado to squash the way his insides were fluttering. "You should get used to having that kind of power between your legs if you're gonna hang with me."

Tara just sniffed, biting back a laugh, as she roughly shoved the helmet back in his hands. Rolling her eyes in a very dramatic way, she thanked him and then quickly turned around and made her way inside. Jax stayed and watched her as she walked away, trying to keep his heart from beating too quickly.

"Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow," he said, talking to no one (Tara.) He was glad that no one was around to hear him. Pussy, he called himself. He turned on his bike and made his way home.

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Dr. Tara Knowles had been in town for a week now and decided that she need groceries, as her list of take out options has grown increasingly slim. She had taken to wearing the flannel shirt to bed at night and pleasured herself to the memory of Jax repeatedly. It's nine in the morning and the first day off she's had since she's been back in Charming. She had a white tank top underneath the blue flannel and threw on some jeans, not bothering to put on something nice. She had more cleaning to do this week, and decided to save a shower for after going through the labor. She quickly cleaned up in the bathroom and tossed on her flip flops, taking the cutlass to the local market. It was another hot day, and the car needed some work on the a/c, so she stripped off the flannel and put it in the backseat.

Tara picked up a light basket and made her way around the local grocery store. Charming didn't believe in franchises, so the grocery store was filled with the typical mom and pop fanfare. She walked over to the produce section and went to select some fresh oranges. She took in their fragrant sent and pressed her lips to the cool skin. It reminded her of Jax, sweet and something all together California.

"Tara Knowles?" said a voice. Tara dropped the orange as she glanced up and met a pair of blue eyes…ones that were very familiar.

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A/N: Ooooo, a cliffie! Thanks for everyone taking the time, and sorry that it took a little longer for this update. I have a lot of ideas that I wanted to squeeze in and it's really hard to organize on paper. So sorry if the story seems a little disjointed at times. Kudos to those of you who picked up the little Easter eggs! I really want there to be echoes of moments that actually happened in the show. Maybe some of the things they say, or the way they act. Charlie and Maggie really do a good job of acting like there's so much history that they don't really get to elaborate on. So I felt the need to fill in the spaces and add to Kurt Sutter's awesome mythology. Regarding staying in character, I hope that you guys aren't put off on some of the crudeness. I feel like Jax grew up in the "life" so he thinks like a 40 year old biker vet, but we know that the club puts brains before guns. I wanted some of John Teller's philosophical nature to rub off on him, so he thinks Shakespeare and screams "FUCK YOU." Tara's narrative is usually more precise and neat. She has the makings of a doctor and would be very organized and intellectual. But we also know that she has a wild streak and isn't afraid to put her foot down. She does stand up to Gemma on a regular basis, after all. Well, thanks for reading, will update soon. Stay tuned!