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“Talk to me softly, there's something in your eyes. Don't hang your head in sorrow and please don't cry I know how you feel inside, I've, I've been there before. Something is changing inside you and don't you know?”
Chemistry class was uneventful but it was only the first day. That usually entailed passing out the syllabus and going over the safety rules. Mr. Franklin took attendance and when he got to Tara, he called her up to the front of the class.
Great. Not only was she the first underclassman in this class she was also out of uniform and violating the dress code with a Satanic Panic shirt. Mr. Franklin saw the shirt first and asked her why she was violating dress code. She explained that her cheerleading top wasn’t dry and she didn’t want to be late to school. Knowing that she was their star student, he accepted the excuse with a warning to not wear it again.
Tara was about fifty shades of embarrassed when the teacher actually told the kids to be nice to her. She could see the guys from the back row already planning some kind of prank. Donna told her when she sat back down to have her Trapper Keeper ready for bitch slapping. Opie and Jax seemed to have matured a bit and were talking about some motorcycle parts while Tara was taking notes. Suddenly, she felt a hand grab the back of her shirt. The classic snap the bra strap but Tara was mortified when her shirt ripped. Before she could even think about it, she grabbed the big ass textbook and clocked the perpetrator in the face.
Kyle Hobart was on the ground with a broken nose and Tara was so mortified that she ran out of the room and into the nearest bathroom. Donna kicked Kyle in the nuts as she ran after Tara.
“It’s ok. Cry it out here. I’ve got this and kicked him in the nuts for you. Varsity and JV cheerleaders stick together.” Donna was laughing so hard she was crying laughing. “Girl, that was awesome. You won’t get in trouble with the teachers. Everyone saw Hobart. Those SAMCRO guys stick together though.”
Tara was shocked. “They’re SAMCRO? I thought all of those guys were older.” Donna laughed. “Oh they’re not in it yet, but Jax Teller and Opie Winston are the sons of John Teller and Piney Winston. They’re practically royalty and will prospect in when they turn 18. Hobart’s just a hang around but might make it in. I hope not. He’s a shady asshole. Lowell is a good guy and already works at Teller-Morrow after school.”
Tara was curious. All she knew of SAMCRO was Bobby and he was practically her uncle and the nicest guy ever.. She didn’t say anything because her dad told her that Bobby was the exception. He never talked about SAMCRO during guitar lessons or when her dad BBQ’d with him. She thought he was just a motorcycle mechanic and that didn’t seem very exciting.
As she calmed down, Donna helped her fix her makeup and hair. She loved Tara’s T-shirt. Donna’s mom was the faculty advisor for the cheerleaders and the head of the Home Economics department. “There are sewing machines down there. I have a cheer top right here for you and we will get your shirt fixed too.”
Tara calmed down and headed back to class. She was worried that the SAMCRO guys they shared a table with would get back at her for messing up one of them. When they got back to their seats, she noticed Jax, Opie, and Kyle were gone. She wasn’t sure what that was about but started talking to Donna about the assignments.
As they left class, everyone in the halls was looking at Tara and whispering. Great. Now she’s already gossip fodder. Donna stopped Lowell in the hallway to figure out what happened.
Lowell looked at Tara nervously, “I told him not to do it, especially after Jax straight up told him not to try hitting on you. That just pissed Kyle off. He told me that Jax wasn’t the Pres yet and he was going to get up your skirt.”
Tara was horrified and Donna was stunned. “Why did Jax tell him not to hit on her? I mean Kyles’s a creep and Tara obviously has more sense than to go there.” Lowell looked at both of them. “He said she’s too young for us and to stick to girls that won’t get us arrested.”
Tara didn’t know what to say to that. Part of her appreciated that he wasn’t a pervert but the other was kind of sad that she was too young for him. Oh well, she’s just trying to get through her first day of school and it’s already been a circus.
Donna was still shocked that Jax even cared enough to warn off another SAMCRO brother. Those guys passed girls around like musical chairs. “So where are they? When we got back to class all three were gone.”
“After you kicked Kyle in the nuts and took off, Jax was on top of him finishing the nose job her Chemistry book started. Mr. Franklin broke it up but then gave them a hall pass to drag Kyle to the principals office.”
Donna looked like she was going to pass out from shock.
Lowell continued, “Apparently, Kyle was sent to the ER by the nurse and the principal actually thanked Jax for bringing him down.”
It all happened so fast that Jax barely knew what happened until he saw the new girl’s shirt rip at the collar exposing a pink lace bra. Confusion set in but cleared up when she grabbed the 10 pound textbook and planted it right smack on Hobart’s nose.
Then she was crying and running out of the classroom trying to hold her shirt on. Kyle was on the floor, Donna was kicking him in the nuts, and Jax realized exactly what just went down. He went straight for Hobart’s face to finish the nose job the new girl started with the brick book. Opie held him down and then Franklin told them to chill and just get Hobart out of the class and to the office.
“You dumb motherfucker. I told you not to mess with her. She’s only fourteen for Christ’s sake. You’re a dick for even thinking that was funny.”
Kyle was pissed. “That little bitch is in for it now.”
That’s when Jax snapped in the hallway, punched him in the face again, and almost knocked him out. “Listen you piece of shit. The only reason they let you hang around is because Clay and your dad are tight. If you even look sideways at her again, you’ll be blacklisted from all the charters from here to Antarctica.”
“You’re seriously picking pussy over your brother?” Kyle shot back.
He instantly regretted it when Jax almost choked him out near the principal’s office. “You say one more thing and the only brothers you’ll have will be Aryan and up in your ass in Stockton.”
At cheerleading practice after school, Donna picked Tara as her cheer sister. Every year, Varsity cheerleaders picked a new JV cheerleader to mentor. After everything that had happened, Donna knew Tara was going to need someone watching her back. At least until AP started next semester.
Donna was also intrigued by Jax’s reaction to Hobart picking on Tara. She had never seen him care that much for anyone but the SAMCRO crowd. Lowell saying she was too young for them was sketchy. She’s almost certain he hooked up with Becky Oswald when she was in her bad boy phase and told everyone she was fifteen and everyone knew she was fourteen. Jax didn’t give a shit but then again, Becky was known for being easy and Tara was definitely not that type at all.
Opie kept asking her out and she was going to call him tonight. He was the nicest guy in that crowd, cute, and she could maybe scope out what was living in Jax’s head.