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Chapter 3

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As promised, on Sunday she made a call home to Charming. To be honest, she couldn't wait to talk to her mom and the guys. She had a lot to tell them about her week so far. Granted, her mechanics class could be better, but it wasn't the class itself that was hard. It was her partner and the fact he liked to stare down her shirt and piss her off by calling her princess all the time.

He was a good mechanic, she'd give him that, but he was a real asshole. Shaking her head, she wasn't going to think about him. She was gonna catch up with her mom and her family back home. He should be the last thing on her mind.

" 'bout time you called, baby girl. Was starting to think maybe you got mugged or forgot about us." She heard her mom's voice.

Smiling to herself, she shifted around on her couch and got comfortable. She never thought she'd be so happy to hear her voice. "Hey, ma. Don't be counting me out so quickly. I'm a Teller, it'll take a little more than loud cars and cold nights to break me." She laughed, only smiling more when she heard Gemma's chuckle.

"That a girl. How's that school treatin' you? You liking your classes, making any friends?"

Her mind immediately went to the girl across the hall. The one real friend she'd managed to make here. They actually hung out twice over the week. None of the guys liked her much in her mechanic's class. The guys were right, the boys were threatened and taking it out by hazing her. She didn't want her mom thinking she couldn't handle herself though. "Yeah, made friends with the girl across the hall from me. I love my classes, ma. They're going great so far." She said, making sure to keep out the fact the guys in her most important class were giving her hell.

"Good to hear, baby. Jackson wants to know if he's got to go up there to kick anyone's ass for ya?" Gemma asked, chuckling at the thought of Jax riding all the way over there just to teach someone a lesson for his sister.

Savannah smiled, knowing her brother would do just that if she asked. He'd probably bring Happy and Opie with him to make his point that much more clearer. Juan Carlos, Juice, whatever he called himself, crossed her mind. As annoying as he was though, not even he deserved the wrath of Jax and the guys. "No, ma. I can handle myself out here. Tell Jax he can relax and focus on whatever he's got going on there." She said, smiling weakly.

She wasn't just saying that for her mom's benefit either, she could handle herself, and she was doing great so far. She was proving herself in her classes, showing she belonged to be there just as much as they did, and she was surviving this city. "Good, you don't let those boys get under your skin, you're twice the mechanic they'll ever be." Gemma grinned, knowing how proud she was of her girl. "So, be honest, anyone catch your eye?" She asked, getting down to what she really wanted to know.

Blushing, she just shook her head. Leave it to her mom to make her all flustered. Her mind went back to Juice and their . . . encounter at that club. The memory of him fucking her against the wall of some alley playing in her head. It made a familiar heated feeling in the lower part of her body occur. "Um, no. No one's stuck out yet, ma." She lied. She was just hoping her mom didn't know that.

"Right, sure. You better not be holding any details back, sweetheart." She said, making it clear she knew something was off.

Thankfully she wasn't going to push her now, but Savannah knew that gift wouldn't last forever and she'd eventually get it out of her. For right now though, that night between her and Juice stayed, for the most part, between them. She was hoping after long enough it would become just a distant memory and she'd never have to see Juice again after she gets her degree and goes back to Charming.

Clearing her throat, Savannah knew this conversation was over. Her mom wasn't going to get the gossip she wanted, and there wasn't much else to talk about. "Well, ma, I've got to get going. I was gonna go out with that girl I was telling you about, Skylar." She said, busying herself by picking up the mess on the table.

She heard the sound of disapprovement from her mom and knew she was either going to get one hell of a lecture or the guilt trip. "Fine, you go and have your fun while I'm here, alone, with no other female to converse with. I'll be stuck having to listen to the same old pussy jokes." Gemma went on, clearly trying to guilt trip her.

Rolling her eyes, she'd knew what her mom was doing. She'd played this game with her mom long enough to know how this went. "I'll talk to you when I can, ma. Bye." She said before hanging up. She didn't want to give her mom the chance to suck her back in.

Getting up, she knew she needed to get ready. She wasn't lying to her mom, she and Skylar really were going out to that club tonight. They were both free and itching to get out for the night. Savannah knew she had some work to do for one of her classes, but she had tomorrow to do it.

Going into her room, she went to her closet and looked through her closet. She hadn't had the time to really go shopping for more weather appropriate clothes. She was planning on doing sometime next week. She needed a damn job if she wanted to have some spending money. It was bad enough her parents were paying for everything else, but she wasn't going to ask them for more so she could go shopping.

Sighing, that didn't help her with her problem tonight. Her fingers paused when she touching the shirt she wore the first night she was here. Her mind flashing back to the guy attempting to pick her up at the bar, to the same guy fucking her in an alley. A shiver went down her spine at the reminder of the way he touched her. For an awkward guy, he wasn't clumsy with his hands, or his lips.

Shaking her head, she seriously needed to forget that night. Needed to forget him. Which, was kind of hard to do when said guy was forced to stand beside her every day. It wasn't helpful having a constant reminder of a hook up she was beginning to regret. Sure, it had been one hell of a hook up, but if she'd known she'd be stuck with him the rest of her college days, she wouldn't have let him get that far.

Tonight would be the night to forget him. There was plenty of guys in this city, she just needed to find someone who could erase him from her mind. She felt like she needed to rub it in his face he wasn't the best she's had, even if at the moment, he was. He didn't need to know that though. Frustrated, she grabbed one of her crop tops a pair of ripped jeans and tossed them onto the bed.

Smelling her hair, she scrunched up her face. First things first, she needed a shower.

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Walking into the club with Skylar, she couldn't help but get a wave of Deja Vu when she was hit with the strobe lights and strong smell of sweat and, well, more sweat. The vibration from the music was deafening as they adventures further into the building. Looking around, Savannah felt trapped almost. There were a lot more people here tonight than the first time she was here.

Having this many people dancing around her, blocking any chance of an exit, made her nervous. Her mom told her to always have an exit plan. This place, it was too hectic to find a back exit. She couldn't even tell where the bathrooms were.

Savannah jumped when someone touched her arm. Turning around, she saw it was only Skylar standing behind her trying to get her attention. "I'm gonna go see if I can get us some drinks. You wanna come with me?" She shouted over the music, motioning over to the bar.

Savannah knew they wouldn't let her buy a drink herself, but she was sure Skylar had her ways to work around that. Hell, Juice had the last time she was here. She had a feeling Juice was really over twenty one though. Gah, she really needed to stop thinking about that stupid idiot. "Um, no. I think I'm gonna head out there and dance a little." She shouted back, motioning for the dance floor.

Skylar hesitated, as if she was worried to let her out of her sight, before nodding and heading for the bar. Taking a deep breath, she lanced over at the dozen of people dancing and wondered briefly if she went in there if she'd somehow get swallowed up by the masses. As ridiculous as that sounded, it did make her nervous. She was never going to get that guy out of her head if she just stood around here though.

Heading over, she raised her arms up over her head and started moving to the beat. She could do this, blend in and have fun. She wasn't alone for long before she felt hands on her hips. She briefly remembered that guy, Juice, had done something similar when they danced together. Glancing over her shoulder, she was surprised to find herself disappointed when she saw it was another guy.

He was cute, sweaty from dancing, but cute. A mop head of brown hair with green eyes. His hands were big, but skinny. Almost boney. His fingers were digging into her skin, his hot breath on her neck. It didn't feel the same, wasn't as comfortable. Ignoring that, she tried to get into it. She could do this.

"What's your name, gorgeous?" She heard him shout in her ear.

She glanced back at him, not sure she wanted to give him her name. She didn't know this guy, and she wasn't looking forward to meeting him again. There was no reason for her to give him her name. At least her real one. "Tara!" She called back. The guy seemed to believe her, so that worked.

"I'm Tom!" He shouted back.

She was finally starting to get into the dance when the guy ruined it for her. He reached around and tried to touch her boob. The blood rushed to her face before she elbowed him in the ribs. "Don't touch me!" She snapped, pushing away from him.

The guy looked insulted, like she made some mistake of defending herself. Unlike what the guys in her mechanic's class thought, she wasn't easy. She'd already made enough stupid things to break away from who she was in Charming to prove her point. "What the hell is your problem, bitch? You were into it." He snapped, glaring at her.

If she did anything to make him think this was leading somewhere, she hadn't meant to. She could honestly say she wasn't planning on doing anything with this guy. If anything, she was going to ditch him as soon as the song was over. "Doesn't mean I'm gonna let you grope me, ya idiot." She scoffed, rolling her eyes before she went to storm off. She only got a few steps before she felt a hand wrap around her wrist.

Thinking back to what her uncle Happy taught her, she was quick to twist this guy's arm and kick his knee out from under him. It caused a scene, but she didn't care. She wasn't going to let some guy man handle her though. "I said don't touch me." She snapped, letting him go before storming off. If the guy was smart, he wouldn't try to stop her again.

"Well, I guess I don't have to worry about you being a damsel in distress." A voice said out as she passed by.

Stopping short, she turned to see Juice watching her. He was dressed similar to the other guys she noticed working here. He looked tensed, and she knew he saw the whole thing. No doubt he was about to step in before she took care of it for herself. "What, are you stalking me now, Juicy boy?" She asked over, giving him the most convincing smile she could muster up.

He chuckled, glancing over to see the moron nursing his arm. He'd seen Savannah stand up for herself in class. He knew he shouldn't be so surprised to see she could handle herself just as well. "Nah, I work her. Gotta pay off classes somehow, right? Not all of us have mommy and daddy back home to pay." He mocked, knowing it would get on her nerves.

Scoffing she went over to the bar. Even if she wasn't getting anything, it was getting away from him. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to get the hint and followed her over. The smell of his cologne hit her nose as he slipped in beside her. "Sorry, that was a low blow. Nice moves out there. You take a self defense class or something?" He asked, taking a chance to look her over.

Damn, she looked good.

He was getting use to seeing her in her coveralls and that damn teasing white shirt of hers during class. The shirt was a V-neck and if he looked hard enough he could see her bra through it. It definitely was a highlight of being paired with her. Even if she really didn't need his help, which he was happy about. It meant he could work on his crap and she'd work on her own and didn't need him looking over her shoulder.

Savannah smiled weakly looking down at her hands as she remembered just who taught her to fight. Happy wasn't around the club a lot, only when Clay really needed him for something, but when he was he'd check in and make sure she knew how to defend herself. He'd pull her into the ring and show her different moves and how to handle a situation when someone over stepped.

"Or something. My uncle taught me how to defend myself." She said. "He told me if someone comes up behind me, I elbow 'em, punch 'em, or if nothing else fails, knee 'em where it hurts the most." She went on, smiling when she saw him pale a few shades.

Clearing his throat, he'd have to remember that. Course, he should have realized that when she tore him a new one and dug her elbow into his gut when he grabbed her ass that first day in class she could handle herself. "I'll keep that in mind. Uh, I should, um, you know, get back to work." He said, motioning back to where he came from.

Savannah looked up at him, trying to figure out what was going on in his head. She had to wonder if he was obsessed about their last run in here as she was. The last thing she was gonna do was let him know that though. She didn't need his ego to get any bigger and make their mechanic's class any worse.

Glancing at her, his grin grew when he saw her watching him. A part of him had been wondering all week if she regretted their hook up or not. Sure, he was an asshole in class, but she was just as cold to him. He was still curious though. Leaning down, he could swear he saw a fire burn in her eyes. She made the mistake of letting her eyes flicker down when he moved closer. He was inches away from her face before he suddenly turned his head and waved down the bartender. "Hey, Barry, get this girl a beer. It's on me." He called over, chuckling before he took off.

She sat there stunned, not knowing what the hell just happened. She flashed the bartender a quick smile before taking the beer from him. Looking over, she could make out the back of Juice as he walked back to his post. Looking him over, she couldn't help the need to bite her lip. She seriously needed to snap out of this. Come Monday, he's just be her asshole partner again.

"Hey, Savvy!"

Looking over, she saw Skylar waving her down as she slipped through the massive crowd to get to her. It looked like quite the task, but she eventually made it over to her. "I see you've already made friends. It's getting late, we should head home soon." She shouted, motioning to the only exit they could find.

Glancing around the room, she lost sight of the curious partner of hers. No one else was interesting enough to get her interest, and Skylar was right. It was getting late. She did have stuff she had to finish up before classes. Taking a long sip of her beer, she nodded and got up from the stool. "Yeah, um, let's go. I'm getting bored." She said, giving her a quick smile before heading towards the door with her.

One week in the city down, a million more to go.