“i knew i loved you by the way
you looked in second period”
DESCRIPTION~ jax teller x highschool sweetheart!reader
WARNINGS~ Fem!reader, reader and Jax are terrible at communication and are highkey dramatic, mentions of religion, lowk badly written cause i just wanted to publish this already 💔, possible spelling mistakes, mentions of blood
A/N~ I kinda hate this and will probably re-do it in the future but I just wanted to get this out cause it’s been sitting here for awhile, well hope you guys enjoy!
It was rare to have a peaceful night in Charming when you were in or close to the Sons. But when you get let out of work early and the club takes a break from shootouts and parties, you suggest a bonfire night. No one was opposed, seeing as it’s been long since everyone’s hung out just for the sake of it.
You and Gemma had taken the liberty of going to the store for the S’mores ingredients and dinner food while the prospects set up Gemma’s backyard. When you arrived you had seen the fire was already going and Clay had begun to prep the grill.
The guys came over to take the bags from you. Gemma descended into the kitchen to start the sides, telling you to go out back and have fun instead of helping her. You had deserved this night off, so she claims.
You listened to her request and followed Juice outside. Sons littered the backyard along with Opie’s kids running around. You watched as Jax chased them close behind, his arms spread out like a bear–contrasting his joyful grin as he faked a growl. He sent a nod of his head your way once he realized you finally arrived, calling break to the kids while they protested.
“Bears don’t take breaks!”
“Well it’s a little different during mating season.” He’d retort back, walking up to you with that Teller swagger. He brought his hands up to hold your face and pulled you in for a sweet kiss. You blushed just like you’d always had since he first kissed you in highschool.
“Easy there, Teller, don’t wanna scare the kids.” You teased when you pulled back. You laid a hand on his chest in an attempt to keep some space and humility but his hold on you never left.
“Can’t help it, some would say you’re bear-y hot.” He took the hand that laid on his chest into his own, intertwining your fingers. His left hand came down to hold your waist, pulling you into uim.
“When did you become such a dork?” You scoffed, leading him towards to bonfire with a warm grip on his hands.
“You love it!” He called back with a teasing lilt in his voice.
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After everyone was full from dinner most of you found yourselves in front of the fire. Some of the guys were making the prospects fight on the other end of the yard. You rolled your eyes as some ran over to place their bets.
You sat in the chair beside Jax’s, helping Donna teach the kids how to make the best S’mores. You were shortly taken aback when the voice of Ellie questioned you, “How did you and Jax meet?”
You thought to yourself for a second before answering, “Well we got paired together for a project in highschool and the rest was history!”
“That’s not how you met.” Opie interjected as he stole a S’more from Kenny’s plate, popping it in his mouth, earning him a pinch from Donna.
“Yes it is! Right, Jax?” You looked over to your boyfriend for confirmation. He sat in silence for a beat before answering.
“Well that is how we met but we didn’t talk until a couple months after that. The question should really be how we got to know each other.” He finished off with a wolfish grin. The memory of you’re “meet-cute” refreshing in his brain.
“Oh gosh, don’t embarrass me, Jax.” You groaned, burying your face in your hands. You remembered that day like yesterday, still wondering how Jax could love you after what you did.
“Now that, is a story. A damn good one.” Opie barked, knowing it second by second. He grinned while simultaneously rubbing his “injured” wrist from Donna’s pinch.
“I wanna know!” “Tell us!” Rang from the kids in front of you. You lifted your head up and turned to look at Jax, a very reluctant look on your face.
“C’mon, Darlin, it’s a good story. Tell ‘em. Or do you want me too?” He threatened as his hand came to rest on your knee reassuringly.
“Alright, i’ll tell you. If i let Jax tell it he’s just gonna make me sound like a freak loser.”
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Your “first” meet with Jax consisted of gym class, a deathly game of frisbee, and a scar that can still– to this day–be seen in the corner of Jax’s forehead. You would never forget the feeling of absolute guilt and embarrassment, the whole moment playing in slow motion.
“Are you okay?” You had called out as you ran over to him. You winced as you seen the gash on his head. He put his fingers up to the hit, laughing when he pulled it back. You felt a surge of confusion and even more fear. A million reactions Jax could’ve had and not once did you think he’d laugh.
“That’s a hell of a throw you got there, girlie” Harry, more known as Opie–or Jax’s best friend, chuckled from his side.
“I’m so sorry! I promise, i didn’t mean for it to hit you! I was just.. I wasn’t paying attention, I guess I was too caught up talking-”
Opie watched as you babbled, wondering why the hell you were stumbling over your words to try to explain yourself to Jax Teller of all people. Who, judging by the bruises on his knuckles every other week, has definitely faced worse.
But when he turned his head to Jax to see what he would say he couldn’t miss the look of curiosity and amazement he displayed as he watched you move your hands exasperatedly. The kind of look he’d only seen in a chic-flic that Luann would leave playing.
“You don’t gotta explain yourself, Darlin. I’m a big boy, a little cut don’t hurt.” Jax cut you off with that signature Teller grin. It made you do a double take from its pure beauty. Before you could respond you heard the sharp blow of whistle. All three of you turned to see your teacher rolling his eyes.
“Damnit, Teller! I turn around for 5 minutes and you’re starting shit!” You winced at his harsh tone. Jax’s confident grin faltered. It wasn’t a secret Jax had a bad streak with his classes and teachers, school in general. He would’ve been perfectly fine taking the fall for this, all it meant was another lunch in the library instead of sneaking smokes with Opie.
“It was my fault, Mr. Miller! Uh, don’t blame Jax. I wasn’t paying attention and I threw the frisbee way too fast.” Now it was your turn to cut Jax off. You sent him a sideways glance, seeing the hesitance in his expression as his eyes narrowed at you.
“Well, missy, since you and blondie over here want to inconvenience me, why don’t you walk his bloody ass to the nurse’s office.” Mr. Miller spat in annoyance. His face practically glowing with anger, or was that sweat?
Woah, woah, woah. Now, running up to Jax to make sure he was fine and apologize was the civil and easy thing to do. But having to walk with him all the way across campus, alone? That was a different story.
Sure, you weren’t someone to judge, not at all. But it’s always hard to turn a blind eye to a kid like Jax in the “perfect” world of Charming. He was the heir to the Sons of Anarchy from the moment he was born. He practically came out of the womb with a kutte on. And you? You were virtually a nobody. Sure, you had your friends and could count the number of boys that had taken you out on one hand—Which by definition if there is a boy who shows interest in you, you’re not a total loser. But you just knew it. Jax Teller was not a bad person, not some teenage dirt bag. He was an unselfish, profound kid who didn’t give himself enough credit.
Not too mention the hopeless and quite frankly sad crush you had harbored for the boy since you got paired up for the fitness project together. He had been incredibly sweet and while no, he wasn’t the smartest when it came to nutrition and health, he still managed to try his best. He would make fun of Mr. Miller behind his back just to hear your sweet giggle and see your warm blush, detention be damned. But it was hard to even feed your own delusions when you knew he’d never see you like that. You’d be never be as badass as Tara, his ex girlfriend. She surpasses you in every way.
“Uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea?” You blurted out, hoping to save yourself from further embarrassment. You avoided Jax’s gaze as his eyebrows furrowed. He was confused. Did you suddenly not feel so sorry? Did the mere thought of walking to the nurse’s office with him seem so bad?
“Listen, you better hurry up and do as I instructed or I will expect a 8 minute mile from both of you tomorrow.” Mr. Miller rubbed his bald head in irritation and you knew you were closing to detention. It was better to not argue and just take Jax. You internally scolded yourself for being so childish. It was just a quick walk, right?
“Alright, shall we?” You looked at Jax and faked a smile but really you just looked in pain.
“We shall.” His response was relatively sharp. You winced slightly, turning on your feet and speeding pass him. He scoffed as he followed behind
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You had made it halfway in 3 minutes: Usually it takes kids 5. Whether you were purposely speed walking or simply lost in your thoughts was unbeknownst to you. A sliver of awkwardness hung in the air but neither could tell if they were imagining it or not. Jax watched you as you guided him.
He couldn’t piece it together. You were odd. At first he thought his charm was working on you. Why wouldn’t it? No cute girl was ever able to resist his promiscuous behavior. But when it felt like you’d rather take the mile punishment instead of just walking with him, it stung. He remembered you all too well from that little assignment. How eager you were to help him get his grade up– Lying and saying he did 50% of the work when really, all he did was mess around and flirt endlessly.
The way you had treated him, made him feel better about himself. You didn’t judge him right off the bat or groan about being partnered with him. He’d always thought you were pretty. You seemed authentically original without trying. He always felt silly with this little crush. It’d never go anywhere, he was sure of it. How could it? You were totally out of his league and unfortunately for him, girls knowing Tara was his ex-girlfriend tended to scare them away.
He felt his jaw lock when he realized exactly why you were acting this way–Stiff and quiet.. You probably only pitied him during the project, poor Jax who hangs around the wrong crowd. Poor Jax who just needs someone to help him out–Who has probably never gotten an A before! That’s a lie, he got an A freshman year in his auto-shop class!
To you, he was just the born outlaw, trouble laced in his blood.
Well, he didn’t need your pity. He knew the kind of girl you were. You belonged on the sidelines of a football game, watching Brett, or Chett, or whoever the hell get the winning touchdown for your school. You hangout with girls who go to youth group every week and Jax can barely remember the last time he was inside a church. I mean, fuck, you volunteer at the city library! The whole staff knows you by name!
But still he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sway of your hips or the bounce of your hair with every step you took. Trying to figure how in the world you looked so hot in your gym uniform.
Fuck, he thought. He needed to stop. The last thing you’d need is Jax fucking up your perfect little life. 
“Is it uh, still bleeding?” Your voice cut through the atmosphere gingerly. Soft and careful. You spared him a glance over your shoulder.
He pulled back the paper towel that was pressed against his head, the bright red stain still very visible and moist.“Yup.” He sucked his teeth, his lips catching in a small snarl.
“I’m really sorry, I promise I didn’t mean to-”
“So you’ve said. I’m sure i’ll be fine.” He cut you off with a sharp intake of air. As if it was paining him to even have this conversation. A small pang of guilt cut in his stomach at his harsh tone. He watched as your shoulders tense.
Huh? Why was he acting so.. rude? Maybe that awkwardness wasn’t being imagined. “Well, we’re almost there, so.” You finally said after a moments pass, rolling your eyes since he couldn’t see you. He sensed the hint of attitude in your voice and scoffed.
“Oh, i’m sorry, princess. Am I inconveniencing you by making you walk the thug across the school?” He spoke with sarcastic venom in his words. He quoted the air when he said thug, trying to mock you. You were confused because you’ve never thought of him that way, of course not! Hell, you hardly truly knew each other at all. You swiftly turned, shock and offense overtaking your features.
“Excuse me for my hospitality, Desperado. I’ll have you know it would’ve been both our asses if I hadn’t come with you so think about that before you start with your rude shit.” Your arms come to cross over your chest as you retorted back to him.
He couldn’t help the smile that lay across his face, “Ah so the princess curses.” His eyebrows raise in faux surprise.
“Asshole.” You muttered back as you finally reached the nurses office, opening the door and walking in without a second thought. He scoffed as the door nearly slammed in his face. He walked in behind you and took a look around the familiar room.
“Hey, kids! Too what do I owe the pleasure?” Asked Nurse Holly, smiling at the two familiar faces.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Holly. Uh, Jax sorta got injured during p.e.” You explained, as he moved the paper towel to show his tender cut.
“Oh my! Here, hon, take a seat.” She ushered him to sit, already preparing to the first aid kit.
“How have you been, Jackson? You been eating good?” She asked with her brows furrowed, wincing at the cut. “You never did eat enough for a teenage boy, you know it’s not good to skip lunch! I see you and Opie y’know!” She fussed as she began to disinfect the cut.
His face flushed but not from the pain. From the genuine concern in Mrs. Holly’s tone. He didn’t exactly want anyone, let alone you, to know about his unknown friendship with her. She was nice to him– Always treating him like every other kid unlike the other staff that singles him out– Plus he was in her room more often than not. Not to mention the candy she let him choose from whenever he made an appearance.
He made eye contact with you as you smiled to yourself behind the nurse’s back. You raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, Jackson, how’s your diet been?” You inquired. A smirk played on your lips as you ran your tongue over your canine. You knew the embarrassment had to be killing him. He sent a sarcastic look your way before replying, “It’s.. alright.”
“And you, sweetheart? I heard you’ve been volunteering at the library now.” Nurse Holly applauded you, bringing out cotton balls to wipe Jax’s wound.
“Yeah, it’s a step up from the school library but I really like it. They even let me take some of the books.” You enthused, happy she even remembered who you were.
“Nerd.” Jax muttered underneath his breath, somehow without Nurse Holly hearing as she busied herself with throwing away the bloody cotton.
“Real mature, Teller.” You quipped back at him.
“What was that, sweetie?” Nurse Holly asked as she came back. You quickly shook your head.
“Oh, nothing, Mrs. Holly. Just.. making sure Jax is okay.” You assured with a forced smile, resulting in Jax rolling his eyes at your lie.
“So, hon, tell me about these books! What have you been reading?” She asked sweetly as she sifted through the kit for bandaids.
“Oh uh, i’ve been reading Romeo and Juliet.” You offered, feeling a little embarrassed to say you’re indulging in an infamous love story like some loser. A faint twitch of Jax’s lips curled upwards but you just couldn’t tell if you were imagining it.
“Oh! How wonderful, don’t you just love the classics, huh, Jax?” She probed as she laid the bandaid over his cut, pressing down on the adhesive to make sure it stayed.
“I always found it odd. I mean, how could the Capulets be so judgmental to the Montague’s? Without ever having known them truly?” He commented all while staring you straight in the eye. You felt a shift in the air as he challenged you.“Except Juliet. She was intrigued by Romeo. Unlike other girls, she didn’t let outside opinions get to her.” He finished, almost waiting for a response from you.
You shifted uncomfortably under his strong gaze, blue eyes looking icier than before. “Maybe,” You started. “Or maybe she was being reckless. It wasn’t predictable what Romeo could’ve done. How he could’ve acted. She advanced with him solely on the Romeo she had in her head. And maybe she shouldn’t have.”
Your words hung in the air, standing across from Jax as he stayed sat in the chair. Nurse Holly looked between both of you with furrowed brows before leaving, muttering about grabbing aspirin for Jax.
“Reckless?” A hint of curiosity spread across his face. “And what is this version of Romeo that Juliet created?” He questioned as he leaned forward.
“One who puts on a front. Who knows more than he lets on. Who shouldn’t play himself down into being less than he is.” You snipped back, never breaking eye contact with Jax, your confidence growing. He felt his own confidence crack a little. Is this really what you thought of him? Now he felt like an even bigger asshole.
“Sounds like Juliet has been paying close attention to Romeo.” He quipped, leaning back in his chair –Running a hand through his hair to mask his nervousness.
You didn’t have anything to say. You didn’t know how to save yourself without sounding like a complete sap for a boy you barely even knew.
“And I bet Juliet didn’t know Romeo was doing his own studying. That he didn’t miss the way she treated him so differently than everyone else had.” He sighed, finally breaking the eye contact with you to look down at nothing.
“Juliet would’ve never guessed Romeo had noticed her.” You shrugged, taking a seat in the empty chair across from him.
“Yeah? Well Romeo never thought he’d be the kinda guy worthy of Juliet’s attention.” He shifted in his seat, trying and failing to mask his discomfort. It was so not like Jax to be this way. Not even with Tara. What the hell was this girl doing to him?
“Sounds like Romeo and Juliet should’ve grown some balls and asked each other out a long time ago.” You giggled to yourself, nudging Jax’s foot with your own.
His eyes snapped up, immediately making contact with yours. A faint smirk laid on his lips, “Yeah?”
You nodded silently, standing up to grab a stray pen from the desk along with a sticky note and jotting down your number.
“Here. If you do grow some balls.” You handed him the paper and his eyes shined.
“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea.” His insinuation made you blush and slap his shoulder at his cockiness. He did a once over of the paper before stuffing it in his pocket.
“What time do you get home?” He asked, stepping a little closer towards you. You gazed up at him, pondering. “5.”
“Alright, well, these balls will be calling at 5.” He joked making you laugh while pulling a face. The sound filled his ears and he felt that weird, unfamiliar feeling.
“No, 5:30. My mom will get suspicious if she hasn’t had her wine yet.” You sighed and gave him a faux sympathetic smile. He knew you were teasing.
“You wound me, literally.” He smiled and gestured to his forehead. You winced and whispered sorry just as Nurse Holly came back, handing him the pill and a water bottle. He quickly took it and kept the bottle in hand.
“You kids better get back to class. I’ll get in trouble if you stay too long.” She ushered you both–Smiling as you both called out thank you. She watched with a knowing smile as you made your exit, Jax opening the door for you as you thanked him with a shy gaze.
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“Ahh, so that was your secret, Teller? A bad attitude and a little Shakespeare?” Opie asked his friend once you were done telling the story. Jax rolled his eyes and flipped him off discreetly.
“He’s a master of his craft.” You said, leaning over to push some of his shaggy hair out of his face. You almost felt like you could fall in love with him all over again, right there and there. The fire illuminated his gorgeous features and that look of pure love in his eye had you needing to hold yourself back.
Maybe your “meet-cute” wasn’t totally terrible.
“Sooo” Opie instigated as he lit up his own cigarette. Him and Jax were currently hiding behind the bleachers during lunch–Their daily routine to hide from staff.
“What?” Jax raised an eyebrow. He knew what Opie was trying to get him to talk about but he chose to play it cool.
“You get her number?” Jax couldn’t contain the smile that crept its way onto his face. Opie laughed, already knowing the answer.
“You gonna call her?” He questioned his best friend once again, knowing he’d give up soon.
“What is this, an interrogation?” Jax exasperated, trying and failing to seem nonchalant about the whole situation.
“C’mon, man! Humor me!” Opie pleaded in a voice that sounded not as much desperate as it did mocking.
“Alright, fine, yes i’m going to call her. Thinkin bout taking her to the fair this Friday.” He kept a straight face before Opie started landing joking punches on him. He couldn’t help the snickers that left him as he heard Opies teasing.
“Classic Jax! A girl gets you bloody and you still find a way to charm her.”
