Bullies Sla-pped New Girl Cheerleader — Unaware Her Father Is A Hell Angels
Chapter 2
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Cass pulled off her helmet. Her hair came down around her shoulders. Dark brown, almost black. She tucked a strand behind her ear. Clipped the helmet to the back of the bike and swung her leg over the seat.She was 19 years old. She was wearing jeans worn at the knee. A plain gray t-shirt. A light jacket, olive green, one size too big. And on her left wrist, just visible below the jacket cuff, a leather bracelet. Handmade. Rough cut. The kind someone made themselves because they wanted it to last, not because they wanted it to look good.On the inside of that bracelet, burned into the leather in small letters, were two words: "Ride true."Her father had made it for her when she was 12. Right after her mother passed. He'd sat at his workbench in the garage for two hours. Not saying much. Just working. Then he came inside and put it on her wrist without a word. She hadn't taken it off since.She picked up her backpack from the rear of the bike and walked toward the entrance. Two girls near the front steps looked up as she passed. Their eyes went to the motorcycle. Then to her jacket. Then to each other. One of them whispered something. The other smiled in that particular way that isn't really a smile at all.Cass didn't slow down. She walked through the front doors like she'd done it a hundred times. She hadn't. But she'd learned a long time ago that hesitation is the one thing people can always smell on you.The hallway inside smelled like floor wax and cafeteria coffee and just the faintest trace of whatever cologne the boys on the athletic posters were advertising. The walls were covered in flyers, sports schedules, club announcements, a sign-up sheet for the fall talent show. And in the far corner of the main bulletin board, slightly crooked, a single printed flyer with a hawk mascot in the corner: "Harlow Creek Hawks cheerleading squad open tryouts this Thursday. All experience levels welcome. See coach Reeves in gym B."Cass stopped in front of it. She read it twice. Then she took a pen from her jacket pocket and wrote her name on the sign-up sheet below it: Cassidy Malone. She was the last name on the list. There were 11 others above hers. She recognized none of them. She capped her pen and walked to find her first class.She had no way of knowing that one of the names above hers, written in large looping letters at the very top of the sheet, was Madison Greer. And that Madison Greer had personally told every girl in that hallway that the list was closed to outsiders.