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Chapter 2

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Waking up in New York was a definitely different. In Charming, she could have just woken up to her alarm clock, that being her mother's voice yelling up to her that it was time to wake the fuck up. Here, she needed an actual alarm clock. Of course, it would help if she could actually hear it over all the noise outside. Between the honking and people shouting, she didn't know what was worse.

Getting up, she hurried to take a shower, hoping it would wake her up. As the water hit her, she found her body was sore in an all new kind of way. Mostly between her legs, but her back had gotten most of the damage from hitting that wall repeatedly. That guy definitely knew what he was doing, that was for sure. She briefly wondered if she'd ever see him again, it wasn't like they exchanged numbers or anything. In a city this big, there was a real slim chance she'd just randomly bump into him again.

She was on the way out the door when she noticed the girl across the hall leaving too. She was the same age as her, as far as Savannah could tell anyway. Unlike Savannah, the girl had short blond hair, cut into a pixie cut. She didn't have the curves Savannah, but she was cute in her own way. The girl was certainly taller than Savannah, though that didn't surprise her since most people were taller than her. Since this was a student housing building, that meant this girl was going to the same college she was.

It never hurt to be friends with the neighbors, she thought to herself as she walked down the hall beside the girl. Still, neither said anything yet. This was the part where she needed to be like her mom, put herself out there. Her mom, Gemma Teller-Morrow, always made her presence known to everyone around her. She was the queen, and she owned it. Savannah was just as stubborn and hot headed as she was, but she lacked the same confidence. She jumped into things without thinking them through, no, that was her older brother Jax. Unfortunately, she didn't take after their people's skills as much as she'd have liked to.

"First day?" The girl beside her asked.

She had a similar accent to the guy she met the night before, but it wasn't quite as thick as his had been. All Savannah could manage was a shy nod of her head as she pressed the down button to the elevator. The girl seemed to accept it though. "Cool. I'm Skylar, but most of my friends just call me Sky." She introduced herself, holding out her free hand to Savannah with a nice smile.

Only hesitating for a moment, Savannah took her hand and gave it a quick firm shake before the two of them got into the elevator. "Savannah, but most of the guys back home just call me Savvy." She greeted back, smiling as she pressed the ground floor. Seeing as the girl didn't press a different button, it meant that they were going to the same place.

"Don't look so nervous, first day is always the easiest. Which classes do you have?" Skylar asked, holding out for the paper Savannah had gripped in her hand.

It took Savannah a moment to remember she even had it in her hand. Confusion crossed her face for a moment before looking down to see what she was reaching for. A quick 'oh' left her lips before she handed the paper over to the other girl. Skylar's eyes scanned the paper quickly, a small lopsided smile appearing on her lips. "We have the same art class. The english class you're in is fun too, I took it last semester," She said, smiling before she noticed the last class on the list. "You're taking mechanics?" She asked, confusion and surprised appearing on her face as she looked over at her.

Savannah held no embarrassment over taking the class. She knew it wasn't a normal girl populated class, she wouldn't be surprised if she was the only girl in the class actually, but it was her major. If she was gonna work at Teller-Morrow, she needed to get her degree. She didn't want to be the office girl like her mother was, she wanted to get down and dirty with the boys fixing the cars. She grew up learning how to change tires and fix engines, she was just as good as the next guy, maybe even better. Savannah just needed to prove herself first.

The judgment in Skylar's eyes were the reason she was coming here. Savannah knew her dad would have easily given her the job, no college degree necessary, but then she really would be a princess, the very title she was trying to shake. She wanted to get the job because she deserved it and worked hard to get there, not just because she was the boss's daughter.

She wasn't going to be that person, that idiotic person who only got the job because of whose child she was. "Yeah, my step dad and brother own a shop back where I'm from and the only way I'm getting an actual job there is if I earn it." Savannah explained as the elevator doors dinged and opened to let them out. "It was nice meeting you, darlin'. See you in art class, I guess." She said back to her neighbor, giving her a small wave as she left the confined space first.

Savannah knew this girl was only the first to judge her on her major. No one at this school cared about who she was related to, no one knew about Sons Of Anarchy here. She wouldn't be getting any special treatment, and that was just how she wanted it. She knew from the warning from the guys back at the shop there would be hazing done to her. Not only was she going to be the newbie, but she was a girl. She gladly welcomed the pranks and teasing, she grew up around bikers and grumpy old men, this would be nothing. She could handle this, there was nothing she couldn't handle or hadn't seen before.

New York City, here Savannah Teller comes.

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The smell of grease and gasoline hit her right a way as she walked into her auto mechanic's class. She was welcomed to the sound of laughter from the group of guys all circling around someone. She couldn't see who they were circling around, but he seemed to be in the middle of some big story. "And, damn, this girl was fine. Walked right up to her and was like 'Baby, how about you and me get together cause you are so fine' and you know, no woman can resist a side of Juice. Took her outside and fuck me sides, the damn girl had claws." She could hear the ring leader laugh, telling his tale of conquest to all of his friends.

That voice was so familiar. The New York accent was just deep and rough enough, like the boy she'd met at the bar. The group broke up some, giving her a small view of the back of the man in the middle. The hair and height looked right from what she could remember about him.

Savannah stood back and watched as the boy in question lifted up the back of his shirt, showing the scratches down his back to his friends. Scratches she had a sinking feeling she left on him. "Hands down the best fuck I've ever had. Girl knew just how to move." He announced to the others, chuckling as he showed his scars like a badge of honor or something. He was proud of them. Savannah was mortified by them.

This couldn't be the guy she'd met the other night. He'd been funny and a little awkward with how he held himself. She'd been around the garage long enough to know how the men talked about their conquests. They might have tried to clean up their language for her, but she still heard it. What happened next though, she never would have anticipated. "And if some of you losers don't believe me . . ." He said out to the other men as he dug his hand into one of his pockets. Her heart dropped as he pulled out her underwear, the pair she'd lost the night before.

He took them, to do what with, she didn't want to know. He was holding them with honor now, the other guys all gawking at them. Her face had to be beat red now. If she was going to survive this class, especially with him here, she couldn't show weakness. Clearing her throat, she straightened up and strutted over to the group.

The boys cleared open as she got their attention, their ring leader finally turning around to face her. It was him. His big goofy grin faltered for just a moment, but he successfully kept it in place as she stopped in front of him.

Her eyes flickered to the pink underwear in his hand, one of which he was now clutching. He didn't want her to take it, he wasn't done with them yet. A part of her was nervous to find out why he wanted them. Now wasn't the time to ponder about that though.

Clearing her throat, she looked up, giving him the best smirk she could. "You couldn't have been that good if she didn't give you her number." She said smugly, pausing as she looked him over unimpressed before meeting his eyes again. "Darlin'." She added in before bumping shoulders with him and going over to the lockers to find an empty one to put her things inside.

She didn't turn to see what he was doing, but she could clearly hear the 'oohs' and 'god damns' from the other guys. Juice looked stunned, not believing she was actually here in the first place. Of all the places he could have run into her, it was here. He was happy to see her though, regardless of what just happened.

Looking her over, he noticed right away how nicely her jeans fit her. Tilting his head to the side, he bit his lip, watching her bend down to put her things in her locker. What he wouldn't do to have another go at being inside of her.

He wasn't joking when he said she was the best fuck he ever had. Unlike what his friends thought, he didn't sleep with a lot of girls, especially girls like that southern belle. He had to know what she was doing here though. He couldn't imagine a princess like her would be willing to get down and dirty with the boys. "Hey, princess!" He called out as he jogged over to the girl in question.

Stopping beside her, he realized she brought a change of clothes to put on. It was an actual garage suit, this girl was serious about this. "I didn't take you for a grease and oil kind of girl." He said out, leaning against the lockers so he could get a good look at her.

She simply ignored him as she bent over to pull her coveralls over her clothes. He leaned back, his eyes on her ass. He could even see the string to her thong sticking out, reminding him of the small little piece of fabric still in his pocket. "Fucking hell." He muttered under his breath, whistling lowly as he shamelessly checked her out. He could feel himself growing hard as he leaned back to get a better look as her ass as she started to put on the jumpsuit. Fucking, damn, this girl was going to be the death of him.

"Better take a picture, sweetheart, cause you're never seeing it again." She said, breaking him from his thought as she shot him a look that was loud and clear.

They were never hooking up again.

Glancing over his shoulder, he saw that the rest of the guys were watching to see what would happen. He was sure half of them already figured out she was who he'd been bragging about when she came in. It had taken him a year and a half to gain the popularity he had in the shop, he couldn't risk it over one hook up. Stupidly, he reached forward, grabbing her ass as he pulled her up against him. "You sure about that, babe?" He said smugly, grinning from ear to ear as he tightened his grip on her.

What he wasn't expecting, was a punch to the gut, and to make it worse, she slapped him hard across the face. "Don't you dare put your hands on me again. Alright, babe?" She hissed, zipping up her suit up before pushing past him. He groaned, holding his arm around his waist. His cheek stun from the slap too. That girl had a good right hook, that was for sure. He mentally reminded himself not to piss her off again. She was going to be a challenge, and he loved challenges.

It wasn't long until the teacher came in and started off role call. He was itching to know if she'd given him a fake name or not. Course, it wasn't like he gave her his real name either, he'd given her a nickname. This meant she'd figure out what his actual name was too, seeing as their teach refused to just call him Juice. "Juan Carlos Ortiz?" He heard his name be called out, like he did every other time they had class. He didn't offer up a sound, just settling for giving the teach a quick jerk of his hand.

He was hoping she hadn't caught it, but glancing over his shoulder, he could definitely tell she had from her curious expression. He didn't get long to space out, wondering what she was thinking, because a new name was called from the last. "Savannah Teller-Morrow?" Their teach called out, looking confused himself before he looked around the room for the new mystery name. Juice knew it had to be her. She was the only girl in here, so it just about had to be her.

As to further prove it, he saw her raise her hand, making it clear it was her. So now they knew each other's real names. He was so caught up in his thoughts, he nearly missed what the teach was saying now. "We're gonna try something a little different this semester. Older classmen are going to pick a freshman, teach them the ropes and at the end of the semester each of you will come up with a finale project to be graded." He announced, ignoring the little white noise that was a few complaints. Juice knew none of the guys he'd gotten close to the past two semesters wanted to be weighed down by kids who didn't have a clue as to what they were doing.

Juice was hoping, he could just go solo and all the freshmen would be picked up before he 'had a chance' to look for one. He was even hoping that girl was the first to get picked off so he didn't have to work with her. He liked going solo on projects. He worked damn hard to get as good as he was, and the last thing he wanted was a freshman to screw it all up to hell for him.

Of course, he probably should have figured if the other guys didn't want to take on a freshman in the first place, they most definitely didn't want to take on a girl. For all they knew, she was just some 'princess' who didn't know a thing about cars. For all they know, she was just doing this for kicks. "Ortiz, you're with Morrow. Pick up your damn pants and get over there," he heard his teach call out, snapping him back from his thoughts.

Juice nearly choked on air at what his teach just told him. The guy had to be joking! It was bad enough he'd have to work with a kid who didn't know what the hell they were doing, but it was another to be stuck with a girl who clearly held a grudge. The hook up had been amazing, but he hadn't intended on seeing her again and he most definitely didn't want to be paired up with the chick who could make or break his next semester here.

Okay, so maybe the part about not wanting to see her again was a lie. He definitely wanted a repeat of the other night, but this was the rest of his life he was talking about. He needed to pass this course. He needed to get his degree so he could get a stable job and make something of himself.

He couldn't make a scene about it, not know at least, so he picked up his crap and headed over to where she was standing. She didn't look anymore pleased about any of this than he did. "Looks like we're stuck together, princess." He said bitterly, giving her a look as he set his things down.

He watched as her body tensed for a moment when he called her princess. She didn't like to be called that apparently. He smirked to himself, he now had the perfect nickname for the California girl. "Don't call me that." She snapped before looking away. "Look, just do your thing and I'll do mine. I don't need any help from you, I know what I'm doing," she went on, taking him by surprised. He expected her to try to get him to do all the work like normally a girl would do, but here she was doing the exact opposite.

Holding up his hands, he wasn't about to argue with her on that. He was perfectly fine with them doing their own things. It was how he wanted it to be in the first place, she just beat him to saying it first. "Fine by me, princess." He said, smirking when he saw her glare.

Turning his attention to his parts in front of him, he glanced over to see what they would be doing during class today. He groaned when he realized he'd need to teach her the basics. He was about to open his mouth when he realized she'd already started.

Savannah knew exactly what she was doing. Hell, her uncle Bobby taught her this when she was thirteen. She could do it with her eyes closed. Her movements faulted when she heard Juice beside her, whistling impressed. Glancing at him quickly, she saw he was watching her work, blown away she actually knew what she was doing. "Don't look so surprised, Juan Carlos. This is nothing, just wait until we get to something actually . . . challenging." She said, giving him a quick look over before rolling her eyes and going back to what she was doing.

He couldn't help the chuckle at her obvious double meaning. He took it as a challenge, and he was definitely looking forward to this one. Maybe she wasn't going to be like all the other chicks he had seen try their hands at mechanics? Only time will tell, he guessed. What did know though, was this semester just got a lot more interesting.

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After her classes, Savannah was headed back to her room. She had her art things in hand as she headed for the elevator. She still couldn't believe that . . . that idiot was her partner in the one class important to her. As if she needed that class to get any harder. She was so caught up in her thoughts, she didn't even notice the girl enter the elevator with her. It was the same girl from this morning. Tayler, Rylee, she couldn't remember.

As if reading her thoughts, the girl smiled over at her, obviously recognizing her too. Unlike Savannah, this girl was more social than she was. "Skylar, the girl across the hall. I see you already got your stuff. I was gonna pick mine up later."

Savannah smiled weakly, not really knowing what to say. This wasn't her thing, just making friends. Maybe this was why she didn't have an easy time in high school? She wasn't sure, but she didn't really care either. She had the guys at the club. They were everything she needed, for the most time anyway. Sure, it probably would have helped to have someone to talk to about boy problems, but it was never a problem enough times to matter.

That wasn't the point though, she was here and this was now. There was a girl now waiting for her to say something, anything. Clearing her throat, she nodded and gave her a weak smile. "Uh, yeah. I knew I'd keep putting it off if I didn't get them now. So, um, how long have you been here?" She asked, not really knowing what else she could ask.

Regardless of what she thought, it seemed to work for Skylar. This girl was a completely opposite of Savannah. She was bright and all smiles. Her choice in clothing was even different than hers. Where this girl would wear a dress or something neon colored, Savannah was fine with a tank top and pair of dickies. This girl didn't have a smudge of dirt on her, while Savannah was covered in grease.

"I've been here for a semester. I like it so far, the classes are tough, but fun too. Where you from? You've got an accent." She asked as they waited for the elevator to get to their level.

Savannah smiled, finally starting to warm up a bit more to this girl. If she was going to put an effort in this, there was no reason she couldn't try either. "Charming, California. It's a small town, you've probably never heard of it. It's home though." She said, her smile growing at the thought of her home town.

She'd only been there for a few days, but she was already missing home. The guys, her mom, hell even her step dad. Clay might not be her favorite person, but he helped raise her after her dad laid down his bike on the highway and got killed. He didn't pay a lot of attention to her, given she was a girl and wouldn't be apart of his precious club like Jax, but he had his moments.

Skylar just smiled, glad to have made a friend. Savannah smiled back, happy for the same reason. Making friends was never this easy for her, but she was hoping this one worked out for her. "Sounds cute. Never been to the other side of the country before, it must be nice." She said, adjusting the bag on her arm.

Savannah nodded, it was nice. She was finding it to be so much better than here. This side of the country was cold and this particular city was busy as hell. For one thing, in Charming she could sleep through the night without hearing the constant noise of cars and music outside her window. It was all things she needed to learn to deal with though. "It's definitely different here. All the noise and the cold weather, it's new for me." She confessed, glancing over at the blond beside her.

Skylar gave her a small smile, knowing what she was talking about. For someone from a small town, this city had to be a complete 180 for her. "Yeah, it can be overwhelming, but you'll get use to it." She assured her. "Besides, you got me across the hall if you ever need anything. You need friend here or else you'll get eaten alive." She went on just before the elevator doors opened. "Well, here we are. I'll see you tomorrow, Savvy." She said, giving her a quick wave before getting off first.

Savannah paused for a moment, surprised with the fact she made a friend. She actually made a friend here. Excluding the small bump in the road with that guy in her class, things seemed to be looking up for her. Maybe this city wouldn't be so bad after all? Smiling to herself, she adjusted the things in her arms before heading out of the elevator and down the hall towards her room. So far Savannah Teller was still standing, she'd be damned if she was gonna let this city get her.