The small town was still very new, but the tiny local diner you had stumbled upon on main street was relaxing as you scanned the job listings of the daily paper.
Chiming from the bells above the front door caught your attention as you peeked up to see who had walked in. A group of tall rugged men wearing leather cuts entered, the fact that there was a motorcycle club present in such a small town was intriguing, so you weren't quick to turn your eyes away. Watching intently as they passed your booth, the lingering gaze of the second passing man took you aback. Dirty blonde and bearded, his patch read "V.President" and his striking blue eyes curiously stared at you as he slowly walked by.
The smile he gave you played back in your mind, and as much as you wanted to look back, you knew better.
Finishing your coffee, you stood, trying to keep yourself from looking back to the booth of bikers only a couple rows down. Taking a few crumpled bills from your pocket and placing them on the table, you folded the newspaper under your arm, and turned to head towards the door, but not before giving in and sneaking a quick glance over to the men. The blue eyes were the only thing you noticed before fully turning to the entrance, grabbing the pack of smokes from your back pocket, patting the small box as you continued on your way.
The bells chimed at your exit, stepping to the side you searched throughout your denim pockets for the faded yellow lighter,
"Shit," you muttered, so intent on finding the lighter, you took no notice in the chime.
"Need a light?"
Cigarette at your lips, you jumped up slightly startled, hair falling in your face, you smirked up at your own anxious action.
The rugged blonde couldn't help but chuckle a bit,
"Didn't mean to startle you darlin'," He reached over, lighter at hand, flicking the spark at the tip of your cigarette.
You exhaled with a smile,
"No worried," gesturing to your lit cigarette, "You make it a habit of coming to the aid of damsels in lack of lighters?"
Taking a pack of his own, he chuckled at your witty banter,
"Maybe," he exhaled the smoke away from the both of you.
You shook your head, smiling, taking another drag,
"Well, I better be on my way," you began to walk towards the main street sidewalk. But turned your body towards him, continuing your walk backwards,
"Thanks for the rescue prince charming," you called out before turning back around.
Jax stood there in bewilderment. Who was this girl, where was she going, and why in the hell has he never seen her before?
"Hey! Where are you going?!" He called out, noticing you weren't stopping at any of the vehicles you passed by.
You turned around again,
"Home?!" It sounded like a question, but only because you were surprised he even asked.
With his towering height compared to yours, it didn't take long for him to close the growing distance between them. The question was surprising, but the fact that he actually walked up to you damn near stopped you in your tracks. He had your attention now.
"As the honorary Charming welcoming committee, I think it's only appropriate that I insist on giving you a ride home."
A boyish smile plastered on his all too beautiful face, and the way the sunlight shone off his bright blue eyes, it was almost impossible to look away. You knew this was probably a bad idea, he looked as if he could ruin your life in the best possible way imaginable.
You gave a mischievous smile, who said you weren't as equally as dangerous as him,
"Yeah, okay."
[Written in 2015]
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Sons of Anarchy Imagines: Jax Teller
FanficJackson Teller imagines written and originally uploaded onto my Tumblr: imagine-samcro These were all written over 2 years ago, so bare with me.
