Never Kiss and Teller

Bad Luck... and Go

Jax stopped the truck in the middle of the street. A honk sounded from the car behind us. He pulled off the street and shoved the truck in park. Turning his body to face me, he stared at me. His gaze intense and I felt like a little girl again. He always looked out for me. Beat up the bullies in elementary school, shoved a kid into a water fountain in middle school for grabbing my ass.

"You think I'm going to let them kill you?" His face stern and actually wanting to know the answer to the question he asked. I laughed,

"You think I don't know how this stuff works. Sacrifice the few to save the many?" He shook his head and punched the stirring wheel. 

"God damnit M. Our whole lives you fought to get out of Charming. You didn't want in the life. And that I definitely don't blame you for now. You made a life for yourself. Hell you're doing a lot better then any of us. But we were always your family. My mom, Opie, Piney, me. You were never alone and my mom would have me killed if I let anything happen to you. And I wouldn't be able to live with myself." He gripped the stirring wheel and that's when I knew this was Clays idea. Not his. 

"Tara and I are splitting, she wants to take the boys." He punched the wheel again and this was the first time I had seen Jax open up. To anyone really. 

"I thought you guys loved each other," I asked and he faced me. 

"I thought we did too. But she doesn't like the club," I sighed putting a hand on his arm. 

"Sounds like we both are in some deep shit." He nodded and rolled down the window to light a cigarette. He took a puff and passed it to me. 

"We both need this." I took the dart from his hand and brought it to my lips. We sat in quiet for a second, both contemplating what the hell we were doing. 

Sneaking a glance at him, I remembered the time we sat in this same truck in the middle of this old sketchy drive-in. We were watch an old Tom Cruise movie, one that I don't even remember what it was about. I was only back for the weekend while my aunt and dad figured out the agreements for me staying with her. But Jax took me out of the house to avoid the adult shit for a while. We ate popcorn, talked about how he punched some sleaze football player for denting his bike. We talked about kissing and how he had got caught making out with Ruby Williams in the Baseball diamonds. But as he talked I knew I would never be able to relate. I hadn't even kissed anyone. To embarrassed to say anything, I tried to zone him out but of course with Jax that didn't work. 

That night, he was my first kiss. Said something about wanting to make sure the second kiss was better so I had a chance at finding a boyfriend. Little did he know that it sparked everything for me that night. I didn't want anyone else. I was obsessed with Jax Teller

"You know I use to have the biggest crush on you right?" I added since I knew I have a slim chance of making it through the next eight hours. 

"You what?" I nodded and took another puff handing it back. 

"You kissed me once in 9th grade. Stole my first kiss Teller. How would I not have developed a crush?" I joked and he chuckled along. 

"Yeah well can't say I didn't think you were cute at one point when we were kids." We both laughed and I looked over at him. The air around us not getting any lighter by the soft joking. 

He went to speak with a smile on his face when I cut him off,

"Am I going to die tonight?" His face fell instantly, but he shook his head and released the smoke from his mouth. 

"Over my own dead body maybe." He looked back at me, with his head leaned against the headrest. That didn't make me feel better. 

"I won't let anything happen to you." He grabbed my hand, our eyes meeting for a couple seconds. I use to be so close to him, we did so much together and looking at him now. He wasn't the same Jax Teller from before. He had matured and he had grown into a man. Not just the shaggy haired boy from the drive in. I squeezed his hand and went to say we should get moving when the whole back window of the truck caved in. 

Shards of glass showered us, some in my hair and in my lap. The impact was hard a quick, like it was intentional and precise. My neck whipped forward on impact causing an immense amount of dizziness and ringing in my ears. 

"Jax?" I called looking for the man that was previously enveloping my hand in his. The truck door was reefed open, it almost snapping of its hinges. A large set of arms drug me out of the passenger seat. My body limp and slightly disoriented. A cloth was thrown over my mouth and nose, I tried to hold my breath as the man drug me back behind the truck. I kicked and punched but the man was three times my size.

"Just breathe girly, time for a short nap." The burly man cooed and laughed sickly. I struggled and squirmed but my oxygen was running low. My lungs burning with anticipation. Once I was behind the truck, there stood Jax with his gun drawn on a tall white man who wore a grey suit with dark blue detailing. A grey beard on his face and a pistol pointing right back at Jax.

"VP, you were too slow on the delivery," 

"This wasn't the deal Tuppen," Jax barked and two more guys drew on me. 

"I don't usually play fair with people who already crossed me once." My lungs burned and I couldn't hold it anymore. The guy jabbed my sides and I drew in a few breaths of air. My head was fuzzy. 

"You're a coward," Jax spat. The bearded man laughed. 

"Yes, but I'm a rich one. Get me my dope Teller," that was the last thing I heard before I blacked out.