𝒋𝒂𝒙 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒔
𝒊𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓
scarlett left charming on a bad note, but after her brother is put in jail for a year, she de...
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❛ I'm not as stupid as I look, Caddal. ❜
chapter two.
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SITTING IN THE SMALL CAFE, Camille had updated her best friend on the lives of some other club members. Opie Winston left the club for Donna and his kids, and Tig is still dealing with the struggles of having two growing daughters across states.
Eight years is nearly a decade, so Scarlett expected some of the oldies to have left the club, but never Opie. He was always so devoted to the Club; him and Jax both. Scarlett met Ope through Jax, and the three became quiet close over time and eventually Camille and Luke joined the little group. The five of them created most of the mischief in Charming, especially in SAMCRO. Residents of the town didn't particularly like them. Once Opie got married, and Camille and Luke starting becoming serious with one another, it left Jax and Scarlett with more time alone.
Jax and Scarlett had been close friends since they were basically born. Because John Teller had been best friends with her dad, Robert Miller. It was clear Gemma never particularly liked her, as seen as Scarlett was always with her son and stealing him away from his mother slightly. Scarlett never liked Gemma either, and it was quite common for the both of them to get into petty arguments because Gemma was jealous of a teenager.
"And Gemma," Camille groans, bringing her milkshake straw to her mouth, "Still the queen bitch."
Scarlett leans back in her seat, nodding in understanding, "I expected as much."
"I'm fairly sure it's her who convinced Jax you were the devil after you left," Camille snorts, shaking her head at a memory, "She threw all his photos of you in the trash and burnt them. Luke and I found the random when we went round to attempt to check up on him," She grinds her jaw, "She's so unbelievably petty for an old lady."
The bell hanging above the cafe shops door rings, and Camille's eyes flow over her best friend's head to whoever just entered. She shrinks down in her seat at the sight, her eyes going wide.
"What?" Scarlett says, about to turn around until Camille kicks her harshly under the table.
"Don't turn around," She hisses, "It's Ope."
Scarlett tilts her head, "Okay. . . and? Ope used to be one of our closest friends."
Camille shakes her head, her eyes never leaving the back of the tall man stood by the counter, "That was before you fucked off without telling a soul. Plus, if he sees you here, he will go run his hairy mouth to Jax."
