Prince of SAMCRO

Thomas stared down at the man he was interrogating. “Nothing else to say? Where did you take our guns?” He kicked the man in the chest with his steel toed boot, then knelt, ripping the tape off. “Talk!” "Fuck you man!" The captive cried, spitting blood…

Abel shook his head and sighed, “Hopefully. Don’t go killin’ everyone though. It’ll get sloppy and your ass will get arrested. Cause I’ll say I didn’t know you were doing that.” He said then nodded, “Good.”

"Well..can definitely say I didn’t expect that."

Alex had finally settled into her locker. It was her first day at the school and to say she didn’t fit in was a huge understatement. She didn’t exactly fit the description of the average Charming resident. She belonged to two of the wealthiest families in the country, yet here she was.

Abel approached the girl and gave her a confused look, everyone in Charming was born and raised so a new face confused him. "What's a new face like yours doing here?" He asked as he leaned against the locker next to her.

"Humor me, though, okay? Take a day or two off. I could use an extra pair of hands at the garage."

A small smirk appeared on his face at that, "Yeah, sure...how am I suppose to get there though? Usually I ride my bike." He grinned.

"Abel?"

"Yeah?" He said cautiously. He didn't trust his voice right now, he felt the tears caught in the back of his throat which had him more than worried that he would end up crying. He wasn't very fond of it.

"Sorry I forgot that, that wasn’t the Teller way." He laughed then went to help with the tree.

"Damn right." She laughed.

Abel smirked a bit and scratched his head, "Hopefully no drama will come this year."

Abel smirked again, "I suppose but I learned to never cross a woman because they're more deadly than a gun so you don't have to worry about that."

"No problem. You know, you can loosen up. I’m not gonna hurt ya. I don’t bite…unless it’s wanted." He said with a small smirk at the end.

His last words made her widen her eyes slightly before she bit her lip trying to calm down. "Uhh….. That’s good to know, thanks." she smiled.

Abel smirked a bit, "Well I guess that's a bit loosened up...or at least more than before. Come on, why so uptight?"

"Never said you couldn’t handle it, I just wanna know what happened because clearly something happened.

And a massive case of stung pride.

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"I just want to know what happened." Abel told him still in a calm voice. It was one of the few things he managed to know how to do.

"Nothing I canna bloody handle."

"Never said you couldn't handle it, I just wanna know what happened because clearly something happened.

Abel shrugged, “I guess I see that.”

"I suppose yeah..."

"See there you go with the formalities again. I prefer being called Abel if that helps any. It’s a pleasure to meet you Claire and so far I’m liking this ‘just you’." 

"Sorry…. Uhh…. Abel, right. And uhh…… Thanks uhh…. I’m glad you think so…."

"No problem. You know, you can loosen up. I'm not gonna hurt ya. I don't bite...unless it's wanted." He said with a small smirk at the end.

"I think maybe you should take a few days off from practice."

"Well if it helps any then I think if anyone really wanted me dead then I would be so I'm not worried. It probably was just to spook me. And it didn't work. You're more spooked than I am cause I know shit like this happens." He said, "Honestly Aunt Kat, I'm fine. And I'll be checking my bike more often from now on to make sure no one tampered with anything else."

"No problem darlin." He said then laughed a little, "Sir is so..formal. I’m Abel Teller. Supposed Prince of SAMCRO. And you are?"

"Oh… Uhh… Nice to meet you, mr. Teller…" she said with a light nervous smile. "My name is Claire Phillips and uhh…. I’m just me…."

"See there you go with the formalities again. I prefer being called Abel if that helps any. It's a pleasure to meet you Claire and so far I'm liking this 'just you'."