Not Your Average Anything

Chapter 1: What's Your Name Again?

*Tessa's POV*
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I peered out of the plane window to see my view. It was beautiful--the way the mountains and clouds collided, along with how the sand was a rusty-brown. It looked like the color of my eyes.

I exited the plane and quickly mumbled to myself. "Shit," Of course. I forgot to arrange the taxi until my car had shipped in through the port. I scrambled to dial the number for the taxi, arranged for them to pick me up and take me to 264 Layton Street. Yes, my new home!

As I arrived, I grew more anxious. It took a lot of fucked up years and a lot of fucked up shit to get me here. Charming reminded me of the town I grew up in my teenage years. It was small, petite, but can get rowdy. It was my happy medium. I ran up and unlocked the door, opening the door, I let my eyes wander the room. They widened in shock.

----------------Jax POV----------------

"Come on, man," I pleaded, furrowing my eyebrows at Clay. This man irks my fuckin nerves. "We voted, that's the end of that. You know how this works VP. Don't give me shit." "Fuck you, Clay, this isn't the shit I wanted the club to get into. This is the cartel for fuck's sake. We aren't moving candy, this is cocaine, heroin! We get caught, our charter is done and the others are going to be interrogated and investigated. That's all on our ass. You want that?" I taunted. "I said that's the fucking end. We voted." He slammed the gavel down.

Storming out of the room, I light my cigarette. My nerves are shot, I'm fucking exhausted. This shit with the club was getting to my head, my stress levels are through the roof. I needed ass, quick. "Hey baby," I winked at the small blonde sitting on the couch in the main room of the clubhouse. She was decent enough and looked clean. Fuck it, right? She walked over to me and I wrapped my hand around her waist. I flicked my cigarette at the sink and led her to the bedroom. The rest, well, you know how that shit goes. I walk out of the room, leaving her naked on the bed. I light another cigarette.

------------------Tessa's POV--------------

My house was put together completely. Most of the furniture was black leather, black coffee tables, white lamps. I liked everything to match. I got a quick shower and headed into charming to do some basic shopping. I had just gotten my car, and I must say, I'm impressed. Audi has really outdone themselves. I ordered a custom 2011 Audi TT-RS, matte black exterior with matte rims with white detailing. 5% tint, all black leather. I liked black. I hopped out and took it for a spin. I knew this was not only a luxury car but a performance car--so, let's perform. I stomped the gas, shifted into first, then third, then fourth and yanked the wheel, pulling the E-brake I drifted the corner, stomping the gas and releasing the break. I think I scared the shit out of a few people.

Just as I was letting off the gas, I heard cop sirens. "Shit!" I scolded myself. An officer walked beside my car, very stout and he was African American. "Good afternoon, ma'am. That's some car you got there." He flashed a smile. "I just got it," I confessed. "I have a thing for cars." He smiled. "I can tell. So, you were going about 55 in a 30. Not only speeding, but provoking endangerment." He sternly let me know my mistake. "I'm sorry, officer. I guess I got carried away." I smiled, hoping to release any anger he had towards me. He lowered his aviators from his eyes and gave me a confused look. "Are you new to town? I don't seem recognize you." I shot him a shy look.

"Yes, I am. Tessa Dayton, sir. I'm from the east coast." I smiled innocently. I ran my fingers through my hair. He choked up a little. "Ah, I see. Well Ms. Dayton, I'm gonna let you off with a warnin' since you're new. But I won't refrain from giving you one next time." He scolded. I nodded. "It won't happen again." I smiled faintly and adjusted my chest. He looked down at my chest then to my face. "Good day, little lady." He smirked and got into his car. I sighed in relief.

"That's some show you gave us," I gasped, not knowing I wasn't alone. I looked up to see a bearded, scruffy looking man, maybe in his late thirties with dark hair. He had on a black leather vest. I cleared my throat.

"Yeah. I got carried away, I must say," I laughed a little.

"You got lucky. That officer is a dick, trust me." He chuckled.

"I couldn't tell," I laughed and continued, "He let me off with a warning so I can't complain."

As I focused my gaze behind him I could see a row of bikes, all of them being Harley's. I could hear faint laughter.

"I'm Opie." He smiled.

I returned the smile and looked at my phone.

"Sorry to hold you up, but what's your name?"

"Tessa Dayton." I smiled and pulled off.