Description: Happy tries to tell Jax's little sister where she can and can't go to college.

I sat staring at the boards in front of me. I'd been having such trouble with picking a college that I had to go to the length of making physical pros and cons list posters. Being in the clubhouse wasn't helping matters either. The club was on lockdown for the foreseeable future which meant I was only allowed to go to school and come straight home. My parents were very overprotective. My older brother was the same. He was almost ten full years older than me and liked to act like parent number three even though I'd been acting like his second mom for the better part of five years now. My mom, being the SAMCRO Queen, had insisted I learn to be a good old lady. I needed to help the club and stand by the club. Maybe that's what was pushing me to go to college to become an RN. I needed out of Charming to do so though.

I'd been staring at the boards for god only knows how long when Happy's voice echoed through the clubhouse. He was in town for the lockdown. We'd only met a few months ago, shortly after I turned 18, and we flirted a little here and there but nothing serious. I liked to play the game with the guys. They all knew I was off limits so flirting with any of them was a fun little thing I did to amuse myself. Being the daughter of the President of the mother charter of the Sons meant I was strictly forbidden. No one was to lay a hand on me unless my father okayed it. That part pissed me off. This was supposed to be a hippie commune. My Uncle Piney had told me that.

The door to the room I was in practically came off the hinges with the force of whoever was opening. I knew that meant Happy. I knew he was pissed.

"You're not going to college in a town without a Sons charter."

"I don't know who the fuck you think you are," I said. I stood up and tried to walk around him. He stopped me with one hand on my hip.

"You're not going where we can't protect you."

"You aren't my fucking father."

"Watch your fucking tone."

I rolled my eyes and forced his hand off my body. He wrapped his fingers into the belt loop of my cotton shorts and the flimsy, threadbare fabric tore , revealing my hip and the lace panties I had on. I didn't care as I forced my way past him and out of the room.

"Where the fuck is Lee?" I asked loudly, knowing full well that the Tacoma President was around here somewhere.

"Chapel with your Dad baby," my mom said. Most of the people in Charming knew better than to get in my way when I was this angry. I was a force of nature and more often than I like to admit, I let my temper get the best of me.

I knocked on the door of the chapel, having been around long enough to know even if I wanted to knock the door down I couldn't. That would not be considered acceptable behavior from the President's daughter.

I didn't have to wait long and my dad opened the door. I pushed past him too and stood looking directly at Lee. There were a few other presidents in the room as well, but most, like my Uncle Jury, had seen my anger before. Most know better than to try and stop me. I take after my mom too much.

"Get your Sargent at Arms under control," I said. "Or I'll cut his dick off and feed it to him."

Lee chuckled a little but nodded. My father had scoffed behind me so I turned my glare on him.

"What'd he do this time?"

"Apparently I'm not allowed to go to college if there isn't a Sons charter in the town which is bullshit and I'll be going wherever I damn well please. He doesn't get a say in shit that I do, club enforcer or not."

I turned to walk out and faintly heard the words old lady and claimed under Lee's breath. I spun around so fast and my hands hit the Redwood table.

"What the fuck did you say?"

"Enough," my father snapped. Disrespecting the presidents by interrupting their meeting was pushing my limits. Taking this tone with them was completely unacceptable. I didn't care much though.

"No," I said. "What the fuck did you say about me being claimed as an old lady?"

"Happy might've mention-." I didn't wait for an answer and I stormed out, not having to go far. Happy was sitting at the bar with a beer in front of him.

I grabbed it quickly and he caught my hand.

"I am not your fucking old lady."

He held my glare for a minute, as if contemplating an answer, but I didn't give him the time.

"If you don't quit telling people you've laid some type of fucking claim to me, I will cut off your dick and feed it to you. Is that understood?"

My voice didn't waiver at all, even as his eyes wandered down my body and landed on the panties that were still visible from where he'd torn my shorts earlier.

"Go change."

"Fuck you."

"I didn't ask," he said, his tone low and even. He didn't put up with what he liked to call "my shit." He'd said it more than once in the last few months.

"Stop telling people I'm your old lady," I said.

"Go change."

I knew we wouldn't get anywhere like this, but I was too angry to walk away. I slipped my hand from his grip and grabbed the half drank water bottle of one of the croweaters that was sitting beside him. I moved fast enough that he didn't have time to stop me as I opened it and poured the remaining water on his head.

"I'm not your fucking old lady."

I walked out of the clubhouse, leaving a stunned crowd behind me. My brother was in the garage, fixing up someone's bike. He was a decent mechanic, not as good as Happy or Lowell but decent enough. And I think he needed some space to think. His wife or maybe ex-wife I'm not totally sure, is pregnant and addicted to crank.

"I need a cigarette," I said. He handed me his pack and lighter and I took one, lighting it carefully before returning both.

Happy walked out of the clubhouse, his shirt clinging to his torso, making stare a little longer than I would have liked to.

"That have something to do with that?" Jax asked, motioning between Happy's drenched form that was glaring at me and the rip in my shorts that left little of my left side covered.

I gave Jax a quick run down of what happened in the last ten minutes and he sighed audibly several times.

"You are in so much shit," he said. Since he wasn't an officer yet, he didn't give me too much shit for stepping out of line. My father, who was now making his way over to me as I finished up my cigarette would though.

"What the-."

I cut my father off. "Save the speech. It won't do you any good and you know it."

He didn't seem to care too much though, as he did not stop the lecture I knew was coming my way.

"What the fuck were you thinking? You don't get to talk to presidents like that. You most certainly do not talk to the fucking Tacoma Killer like that."

"No, you don't. I do. The man doesn't have any right to tell me what I can and can't do. I'm not his fucking old lady, and he ripped my fucking shorts. And not even in a fun way."

Jax tried to stifle a laugh at the last comment I made, earning a smile from me as my father rolled his eyes.

"You need to fix this," my father said.

"I'll apologize to Lee."

I walked off, giving Happy a wide berth. He was seated at a picnic table and smoking a joint. Maybe that would cool him off some more. I didn't have to look very hard for Lee. He was sitting at the bar with my Uncle Jury and a few other people.

I walked up to the two and immediately they grabbed their bottles.

"I'm sorry. For interrupting your meeting," I said. "And for snapping at you Lee. I'm pissed at your SA, not at you."

"You're fine sweetheart," he said. He gave me a small hug and then Jury did as well. I walked off, looking for my mother.

She was back in the dorm, digging through my suitcase.

"Put some fucking shorts on," she said as she held a denim pair out to me.

"No, Happy wants to act like I'm his old lady, then go and rip my shorts. This is punishment for him, not me."

"The croweaters are useless and I need your help in the kitchen, so come on."

I looked up at her and could see the stress written on her face. I sighed and slid my now ruined shorts off my body before grabbing the denim ones and pulling them on. The high waisted fabric covered the lower part of my torso, but there was barely enough fabric to them to cover my ass.

"I'm not gonna lie baby," she said. She rarely did. She was a straight shooter usually. If she thought it would protect someone, she would lie right through her teeth though. "Watching you dump that water on Happy was hilarious."

I laughed a little as I thought about it.

"I was pissed," I said. "Still am. Who the fuck does he think he is?"

"You are the only person in the world who could do that and not wind up with a bullet in your brain," she said.

I nodded before I sighed loudly. We headed down the hall towards the kitchen.

"Fuck that means I am his old lady."

She nodded. "You will be someday."

"Fuck that shit."

She laughed at me. We both knew I was destined to be an old lady. Being raised in the club almost guaranteed it. Before Opie and Donna got together everyone thought it'd be me and Opie, then it was me and Juice, and for a while recently it's been me and Kip. Not once had I ever considered it'd be a club enforcer though. All the ones I'd met up til this point were too much like Happy. I didn't want to be answering to a man the rest of my life. I want to have a job and a life. I'm not built for being a nice submissive housewife. Happy seemed to notice that even if he did want me to act like that. I wouldn't and maybe that fight with him would keep me amused for a while but eventually one of us would have to cave or we'd both wind up dead.