Bullies Sla-pped New Girl Cheerleader — Unaware Her Father Is A Hell Angels
Chapter 7
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She stood back up. She looked at Tyler Greer directly, not with anger, not with tears, with something quieter and harder than either of those things. She held his gaze for 3 seconds, long enough to be unmistakable. Long enough for the smile on his face to do something uncertain at the edges.Then she put the bracelet in her jacket pocket, closed her locker, picked up her bag, and she walked away. She didn't run. She didn't look back.Behind her, Tyler said something to Brandon. Brandon laughed. The hallway started to breathe again. People went back to their business.But Amber Cole, standing 20 ft down the hallway, did not go back to her business. She stood very still. Her hand was in her jacket pocket. And her phone was still recording.Cass sat in her car in the parking lot for 11 minutes after classes ended that day. Not crying. She wasn't crying. She just needed the quiet.She held the bracelet in her hand. The clasp was broken clean. She'd need to get her father to fix it. He'd fixed it before. He'd fix it again. She turned it over, found the inscription on the inside: "Ride true."She thought about what that meant. She'd asked her father once when she was 14 what it meant exactly. He'd been working on a bike at the time. He didn't look up when he answered."It means you go in the direction you said you were going," he said. "Even when the road gets bad, even when someone tries to turn you around. You ride true."She thought about those words a hundred times since then. She thought about them again now. Then she took out her phone.Her father picked up on the second ring. He always picked up on the second ring. Not the first, because he wanted to make sure it wasn't spam. Not the third, because by the third ring you've made someone wait."Hey," she said."Hey yourself," Ray said. His voice was low and rough, the kind of voice that came from years of working with loud engines and not feeling the need to raise itself above them. He was a quiet man, not shy, not cold, just a man who had learned that most things worth saying don't need to be shouted. "How's the new place?" he said."Fine," she said.A pause. "Fine good, or fine meaning something else?"She looked at the bracelet in her hand. "The clasp broke," she said.Another pause, longer this time. "How?" he said."It just gave out," she said. "I'll bring it home this weekend. You can fix it."