What I Learned Out On The Road

A New Beginning

(I forgot to mention that Jax is 23 and Kelly is 19 in this book. And Tara is 24. Abel & Thomas have been born like in the show. Just Jax and Tara are younger. They will get older as the story goes on.)

Jax POV:

I walk outside around the back of the building where my bike is parked to smoke while Op waits inside for the pizza. I light my cigarette. There isn't nothing back here except a brick wall and mine and Op's bike and Kelly's green Mustang and a light. But it's dark out so the light doesn't help too much. I hear footsteps. I turn around. It's Kelly. We went to High School together. Only my senior year. She is a senior in High School. She's going to graduate this year. I had always had something for her. Never told her though. She walks over towards me.

"Hey, Jax."

"Hey Kelly."

"Your pizza is out on the table. Op is waiting for you."

"Ok Thanks." I reply as I breath out smoke through my nose. "Want one?" I hand out my cigs and she takes one. I light it with my lighter. After me and Op get done eating, I go and ask Kelly when she gets off her shift. It's 10:00 at night.

"Actually I get off now Jax."

"I will give you a ride home. I will wait for you." I say.

"I'm gonna take a piss." Op tells me.

Kelly POV:

I smile. A Ride with Jax Teller. Every girls dream. I had a major crush on him when he was in High School. I never told him because I always figured he wouldn't go for a girl like me. I take off my apron and tell my boss I'm leaving then head out back to where Jax's bike is parked. He is sitting backwards on his bike. I sit on his bike so now we are facing towards each other.

"Hey." He tells me. His face is extremely close to mine. He smells of clonge, hint of beer on his breath, and cigarettes.

"Hey." I reply biting my lip.

He leans forward lightly kissing my lips. I kiss back. But harder. I put my arm around his neck and my other hand on his stomach. I could feel his abs beneath his shirt. His hand goes up the back of my shirt. He sets me on his lap. I help him slip his cut off and wrap my legs around his waist. The door swings open. It's Opie.

"Um, we should be heading back to Charming, Jax it's getting late."

He groans in frustration.

"Yeah, you're right." Is all he replies. "Want to come back to Charming with me since its so late?"

"Yea I have the day off tomorrow. Let me drop my car off at my house. You can follow me." I smile and reply.

Jax POV

"Man, what are you doing?" Op walks over as Kelly walks away.

"What do you mean?" I reply.

"What I mean is you have a girlfriend waiting for you back at Charming with 2 kids. Does Kelly know that? It's not a good idea for you to bring her around while Tara is still yours. Kelly is gonna be thought of as a crow-eater when clearly she's just a waitress fixing to graduate at 19. Gemma's not gonna like it and Tara sure the hell ain't."

"Who says Tara or anyone else have to know?"

"You're not thinking straight, Jax. Pick between your 'HighSchool sweetheart' or your gf that has 2 kids with you." Op walks off.

Maybe it's not a good idea for Kelly to come back with me to Charming.... But then again we do need a bartender. Prospect can't do it forever.

"Hey Kelly." I say as I run up to her car. "How about being a bartender for us. Full Time Job. Comes with an apartment."

I can tell she's thinking about it.

"Sure Jax! I would love too. But what about my job and my apartment here?"

"We can come back tomorrow to get your stuff and get shit together."

She nods in response. Just let me run home and grab an outfit and stuff.

****

We make it back to Charming. Everyone's already gone because its now 2:00 in the morning. I unlock the door to my apartment inside the ClubHouse. "You can stay here." She walks in "Thank You Jax." She kisses me on the cheek. She lays down on the bed and falls asleep. I go back to my house. She moved out when she was 18. Her parents and brother live back in Mississippi. I never asked her why she moved all the way out to California. I'm glad she did though.

****

By the time I arrive at the clubhouse it's 12:00. I see Tara playing pool with Tig. That's strange. She would never play pool with me when I asked her. Gemma is with Abel & Thomas. And Kelly. She's at the bar pouring drinks. She seems to be doing good.

"Hey Jax, Church in 10." Juice tells me. I nod. I walk back to Clay's room and walk in. He's resting. It's been only 3 days since the bombing on him. "How ya feelin'. "

"I've been better." He responds. "Hey Jax, over the last few months I notice that our safe has been losing money. You know we only use that money in tight situations."

I nod for him to continue.

"Well last night before you and Op came in I heard someone. I grabbed my gun and I go out to the bar. I seen someone in church going through the safe. It was Tara. She figured out the combination and was steeling money from the safe. She didn't see me. She stuffed her bag with some cash and a gun. Any idea of why she would steal cash and a gun from the club for?"

I stare at him in disbelief. Tara stealing from the club. But why? Why would she betray us like that? She's leaving me. Leaving the club. Taking my kids away from me probably.

"I don't know. I haven't talked to her in a few days."

"You better figure out why and fast. The club doesn't take shit from nobody. Especially when they steal from the club."

I walk out the door. The guys are heading into church. I walk in and shut the door.

"Clay told us that Tara was stealing from the club. Gun and money." Happy says when I sit down.

"Yeah he just told me."

Why would she have a reason to steal from us?" Juice questions.

"I have no idea. I haven't talked to her personally in a few days."

"Well we need to figure something out." Tig spoke.

"Aye, that we do. We can't have her stealing from the club. We don't have a lot of money to be wasting as it is." Chibs agreed.

"You know we don't take stealing from the club." Piney commented.

"Yeah. I know." Just more shit for me to deal with. If it ain't guns or club shit it's always Tara and her shit. I just sat there with my eyes looking at the table and hands in my lap.