Fly By Night | Sons of Anarchy Fanfiction | Jax Teller x OC

Chapter Sixteen

"So let me get this straight," Dan told her incredulously as he slid out of her car. "That woman stayed up all night, slaving away in front of her stove, with a super secret recipe that she refuses to share with anyone, and now she's gonna expect us to basically be her little fundraiser elves, no questions asked, all day?"

"Yep, that pretty much sums it up."

Dan's mouth spread apart in a wide, almost evil grin, his thick, dark eyebrows lifting high into his forehead like a Bond villain. "I cannot wait to meet her. Oh my God, I think this just might be the best day of my life."

Allie stopped short, her feet stalling right on the pavement of Charming High School's parking lot, and she whipped around to face her roommate. "You know what. I've made a decision. You," she jabbed a finger at him as she spoke, "are sitting in the car for the rest of the day. Now, I'll crack a few windows open for you. I might even turn the radio on if you're really good. But you, my friend, are not taking another step."

Dan's lips curled into Grinch-like portions as he hitched a hand on his hip in defiance. "And risk pissing off Mama Gemma? Oh, Alexandra, we both know you're not gonna do that, so why even play around?"

Maybe he had a point. There was no way she would dare piss off Gemma, especially not by essentially ditching her twice in a row. That sounded like a sure fire way of ending up six feet under. Figuratively speaking, of course. Allie liked to believe Gemma wasn't actually capable of murder - but then again, one could never tell where the club, or anyone affiliated with them, was concerned.

And then again, she was affiliated with the club now too, wasn't she? What exactly that said about her, she wasn't really sure...

"Alright, alright. Maybe I went too far," Allie waved a hand at him as they approached the myriad of brightly-colored booths and tents just beyond the parking lot. "But, that being said, I would really, really appreciate it if you maybe didn't embarrass me today, okay?"

"Me? Embarrass you? You should be counting your lucky stars for the day I sashayed into your life, so don't talk to me about who's embarrassing who here."

"What's that supposed to mean, Daniel?"

Dan stopped short, whirling around to face her and almost losing the plate of cookies in his hand in the process. "You. That's what. You're nervous, aren't you? You've been all keyed up the last few days, worrying about what to wear, if that color lipstick is too much or not enough, which," he gave her a quick once-over with an appreciative eye, "is just right, but you knew that already."

Allie glanced down at her attire and threw him a nonchalant shrug. "Okay, so maybe I was a little indecisive for a day or two, but that's just because this is still kind of a work event for me, you know?"

"No," Dan lifted his eyes to the sky in annoyance. "I don't know, and that's because this isn't really a work event. That's just what you're telling yourself. Look at you - you look like you just stepped out of a Vogue ad or something."

She glanced down at her outfit again, now a little more self-conscious about what she'd ultimately decided on. Her summer midi dress was silky and loose-fitting, but still fitted enough to show her shape, and the red color, with its delicate white flower pattern, complimented her skin tone nicely. It was the little details, though, that had her second-guessing this choice. Thin spaghetti straps that dipped low in the back, a subtle sweetheart cut in the front, and a high slit that landed right in the middle of her left thigh...there was just as much skin on display as what she'd worn for the merger party over a month ago, if not more so, but that was also a wildly different atmosphere than a town fundraiser. She'd brought a leather jacket to cover up when it was time to head to Fun Town, but until then, she was rocking the spaghetti straps and thigh slit.