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Chapter 1.0 || The Pretty Little Drunkin' Sin

The saddest truth is realising you have fallen madly in love with what can never be. ~ Michael Faudet

The youngest sibling in the Knowles family knew something was off the moment she witnessed her older sister's lover, Jackson Teller (Charming High's rebellious motorcycle teen), offering her a ride home from school. Possibly the eerie feeling in her stomach didn't sit right because of the tuna sandwich she ate during lunch, or perhaps it is the left over emotions from the recent Math exam (which she hopefully passed with flying colors). Or maybe it was the fact she knew the truth hidden behind Jackson's seductive smirk and luring touches. Tara wouldn't be driven home after school, oh no, Mr. Teller will have definitely taken her to the one spot that no one in the entire world could find them. The one spot no one would hear her screams of ardor with Jackson's grubby fingers inside her blue jeans. Needless to say, Arabella felt loathed at the thought of her sister ruining her life with some low life biker devil.

Bella fiddled with the sleeve of her mother's cotton Stanford University sweater between the pads of her fingers, tapping her foot to the beat of the classroom clock. Her intelligent mind drifted elsewhere, far away from the tedious topics of The American Revolutionary War. Instead her thoughts leaped on the first chance they got at a crystal clear view towards another obstreperous and contumacious biker outside. Harry Winston, often referred to as Opie among both the crowded hallways and his current indolent girlfriend Donna, leaned god-like against a tree on the school lawn. Arabella's fantasies including teenage heartthrob actors often spoiling her with expensive restaurant dates, divine flowers and intimate caresses were nothing compared to her sight. 'How upsetting of me,' she thought to herself carelessly, 'to daydream of someone who can never be with me. Not to mention bad boys like Harry. In the end, they only bring suffering.' In that exact moment of thinking, a sudden pair of vivid eyes gazed back at her own with a look of pure curiosity. Arabella slightly jumped in her seat with her eyes popping out of their sockets, instantly snapping her eyes away from the window with her heart hammering against her rib cage like an angry prisoner. Prior to gnawing on her lower lip from a tad bit of anxiety, Bella swiftly turned her whole body to face the front of the class and focused her attention back up to Professor Hill, hoping to not have been caught with a face as bright as a rose during her foolish act.

"-And like I said, that should be on the next upcoming quiz that I have prepared for.. Next Wednesday. Now, for a little brain teaser, just to understand who's really been listening to my little rantings, does anyone recognize this familiar historical face?" Professor Hill announced to the drowsy high school class. Bella tried her upmost best to keep her gaze off the square shaped window but frankly, she had a bit of trouble peeking at anything besides the recognizable face shown in her textbook. What made Harry so different compared to the other numskull bikers in her high school? Was it the tattoos? His handsome features? His badass clothing? His deep voice for a eighteen year old? Whatever it was, it sure as hell sparked a firework inside of her stomach. Why did she fancy him anyway? He is a taken man with the town's 'dangerous protectors' (as Tara like to call them) as his best buddies. Furthermore, Harry Winston would never fall for a girl as mundane and domesticated as Arabella Sophia Knowles, it was a basic known fact in the stereotypical school rules.

"Is it Abraham Lincoln sir?" A girl named Alice Dennis sitting on the other side of the classroom asked out loud. Arabella, in the sudden moment of determination, spoke right after the girl with a clearly annoyed look painted all over her face, slouching in her seat as she could still feel Opie's eyes dead set on her.

"That's not Abraham Lincoln Alice, that man is Benedict Arnold. Lincoln wears a top hat, was the president of the United States, helped dark skinned people with rights and died nearly a century after Benedict fought in the Revolutionary War. How could you get the two mixed up?" Alice's face flushed like a stop sign. Obviously, Bella had thrown a tad bit of shade in her last sentence.

Professor Hill looked impressed by Arabella's answer as he gave her a small smile. "I'm stunned Miss Knowles, at least someone in my class learns a thing or two-" A loud ringing sound projected from the school speakers causing everyone to stand up and gather their belongings. "Like I said, I want everyone to study for that quiz! It's worth fifteen percent of your final grade!" Arabella stood up quickly and silently, reaching for her backpack strap before hearing a bundle of voices begin to talk after her teacher. Despite her despise with the motorcycle rebels, her gaze slowly but surely made its way back to Opie.

Bella watched shyly as she witnessed Donna's slim figure stand in front of Opie with pure hatred filled eyes and Opie with a slightly red cheek. Her hands were waving about in the air like she was yelling at him and Opie took in her complaints with a clenched jaw, staring at her as if his glare could kill her. In an abrupt second, Opie had only spoken a couple of words before Donna's hands dropped to her sides as an exceeding sigh left her. She gently walked into his chest before laying her head on his shoulder. Arabella watched in despair, feeling a hole in her chest dig deeper and deeper as she observed the couple. 'Why does it hurt so much to watch him with her? I barely know the guy!' Bella thought to herself once again, feeling her recent annoyed mood drop like a bowling ball from a hand. Opie connected their eyes once more above Donna's head, and most likely their last glance for that day, but this time, Arabella didn't look away. It was a moment so brief, so small and so meaningless but both teens took it as their special moment of pure ecstasy. A moment they both shared a little chunk of each other's hidden lust. With the satisfaction of Arabella's cute and innocent face tilted to the side in wonder, Opie couldn't help it but smile like an outlaw shouldn't ever do to another girl besides his own.

Bella didn't know what had happened to her body in the libidinous seconds between Opie and herself. Mouth slightly parted, breath ridged, fingers tightly grasping her backpack strap, legs pushed together and a flaming lick running along her navel lightly explained merely how much she crumbled under his gaze, not to mention his smile. Opie did wonders to her by a simple flick of his tongue against his parched lips, wishing as if that tongue could be against someone else's besides Donna. A sin it was to be called from now on, the pretty little drunkin' sin. But Arabella knew that at any moment Donna could look up and find her stare upon her man, and boy was Bella utterly lost for the easiest movement of taking a step away from the window. So she did the first thing she could think of that didn't involve him.

Arabella picked up her bag, swung it around so that the strap laid on her shoulder, pushed a loose strand of wavy dark brown hair behind her ear and gave Opie a small smile before leaving the classroom. At least her feet do work! Her books were pulled tightly to her chest at the first chance she got away from his gaze, walking straight to her navy blue locker as a sigh left her in sternness. Arabella couldn't believe herself, letting one pair of eyes destroy her in milliseconds. How could that even be possible?! Out of all the pairs of eyes she had seen in her life, no one could have done what Opie had. Bella took a good, hard and long look at the old picture of both Tara and herself that hung on the inside of her locker alongside a mirror and daily homework notes. 'Ah Fun Town,' Bella thought with a small smile, 'Tara use to hate me because of how much I would make her go on the Tilt-A-Whorl. I only knew when enough was enough when Tara's complexion matched our mother's forest green eyes.'

It was in that split second of seeing Tara's fourteen years old face squished up like a fish and her own twelve years old eyeballs crossed with her bright red tongue out and colored from cotton candy, Arabella's now sixteen years old baby blue eyes widened as realisation hit her hard. Tara is getting a ride home from Jackson. Tara has the car keys. Tara is about to leave her baby sister stranded at school. "Oh fiddlesticks!" Arabella shouted, slamming her locker in hast before rushing out of Charming High to the front parking lot. She quickly flung her head around, desperately looking for Tara's up high ponytail from this morning before hearing the strong roar of a motorcycle to her left. Bella's insides curled in fright as she dashed towards the sound before reaching Jackson on his black Harley Davidson motorcycle with Tara on the back. They were just about to zoom out of the parking lot.

"Tara! Wait up!" Arabella yelled at the top of her lungs for her sister to hear, chasing after the couple. Jackson had slowly brought his bike to a stop, glancing over his left shoulder towards Tara as Arabella rushed up beside them with small huffs and puffs of breath. Tara's gaze narrowed at the second her sister showed up, clearly annoyed by her presence at the moment. The more Jax and her waited, the less time she would have with him considering her father had strict rules about curfew. Tara sighed at the weakened sight of her sister's body as it slightly slouched from the quick sprint. "What do you want Bella? I told you I would see you at the house-" Arabella cut off her sister's words whilst taking a small glance at the Sons Of Anarchy helmet on her head.

"It's going to be hard to see me at home when I have no car keys to start the car with." She admitted with rosy cheeks as Tara's face quickly went into understanding, dropping her annoyed expression as soon as Bella spoke. If Tara literally thought that her little sister would be willing enough to walk about four miles home then she was absolutely beyond borderline insane. Besides their father would be extremely pissed and tremendously intoxicated with alcohol (as always), but why make him even angrier than he already is? Arabella watched as Tara slightly sat up and stuck her hand inside the left butt pocket of her jeans before pulling out their mother's old Impala car keys, tossing them right into Arabella's willing hands.

"Sorry Bells, I completely forgot!" How could someone like Tara, an honors student in all AP core classes, entirely forget that they drive Bella home every day? What, does Jackson's leather vest hypnotise her? Or is it the charming smile? No pun intended. "Do please keep the car in one piece! Oh, and tell dad that I went over to.. Donna's for a project! I promise to be home by nine, okay? Love you!" And just like that, Jackson sped out of the parking lot with an erotic smirk, which in fact chilled Arabella to the bone. Despite her new inner battle on deciding if she should go back inside for swimming practise, considering she was on the swim team and they had a race next Friday, or going home to eat enormous amounts of junk food, Arabella crossed her frail arms over her chest. "You better watch over her Teller.." She grumbled to herself before turning her body around to walk to the Impala but instead, she collided with a broad and sinewy chest.

Arabella didn't have the chance to catch herself before her body rebounded off the man's chest but luckily two brawny hands caught her fall by her waist. She slightly whiplashed her neck as his hands pulled her right to his front before a breath could even occupy her lungs. Standing there utterly stunned with her hands on the man's toned biceps, Bella's chest lifted and dropped swiftly in surprise as her eyes froze in a certain spot, particularly the leather vest worn by the man. With her heart hammering her rib cage like an irritated gorilla for the second time today, Arabella walked her gaze up the breathtaking chest, up the defined throat, along the stellar jawline and right up towards the captivating storm grey eyes she had been trying to ovoid. Once again, the sin raised deeply within her and caused her to gasp silently as the strong hands of Harry Winston pulled her even closer towards him like a magnet begging to be attached to the polar opposite. Lost for words with an open mouth, Harry spoke for Bella instead.

"Sorry Darling, I wasn't watching where I was walking." His deep voice plugged up her throat even more in shock. His eyes deeply searched through hers, adoring how virtuous and wholesome her gaze and curvaceous yet skinny body were to his touch. Her perfectly round spine arched causing her front to graze his stomach, and he craved for their little contact to become more. Before Arabella even had the chance to say she was incredibly sorry for bumping into him, Opie spoke once more with a dangerous sexy smile. "Oh and don't worry about Jax, Tara's in good hands." Arabella couldn't believe herself in that exact moment when Opie had smiled because she had smiled right afterwards. As much as she 'despised' bikers, she couldn't help but admit how much she truly loved this instant with a biker.

"I have to get going but I'll see you around Bells." Arabella couldn't stop herself from slowly raising one eyebrow with a smug smile as he called her by her less important nickname. Opie was testing her limits, and he knew it. As his hands steadily let her graceful body go, Arabella sank about an inch towards the ground, not realising that his hands brought her to the tips of her toes during his catch to her fall. Opie took a step away from her, still holding his caring smile, as Bella finally relaxed her tense torso in the cool midday air. A breath left her lungs after minutes of not breathing properly as Opie began to walk around her towards his own motorcycle. He bumped their shoulders gently with a smirk as her eyes watched his body till her puerperal vison stopped. Despite her clogged up throat, Arabella pushed her stunned emotions to the side and spoke.

"See you around Harry." She replied causing Opie to stop his movements as the smirk on his face pulled up to a bright smile. She was testing his limits as well, guess two people can play at that game. Even though Harry preferred to be announced by Opie, he loved how his name rolled off her tongue perfectly. He received a certain feeling, something he had never felt with Donna before his feet continued once again towards his Harley. Arabella knew that her confidence had spiked a million times more than ever before so she waited for his complaint against it but nothing came to her ears besides his footsteps. Something had now changed inside of Bella. The pretty little drunkin' sin hadn't left her body yet, and she loved it. The sin had filled the whole that Donna had dug inside her chest. Like she had said to herself before; in the end, bad boys like Harry only bring suffering. Arabella Knowles suffered alright, suffered for something more than just a touch from Harry.

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