Page 69 of Truth or Pack

Where the fuck did she get the picture of me in all myCarriethe movie glory? This photo was thanks to her and the bullying she and her friends did to me. I had gotten an invitation to a party and as soon as I walked out on the back patio, bam, she painted me red.

"That was you?" Ash asked, looking over my shoulder at the picture. "I remember when Sadie did this, but she said that the girl she was pranking had been causing trouble… though now I can’t remember what the reason was. She was always angry at someone."

"Well, not long before that was taken, I did let the professor know she was cheating. Though, she deserved it for trying to drag me down with her. I wouldn’t risk my scholarship on her account," I said flatly. "Seems she’s still petty. She tagged my business in this post. That’s low, even for her."

"Check the comments," Mathias told me. "Some are going to be brutal, but we need to see what your followers are saying to figure out a plan."

I sighed at that. He was right but I didn't know if I was ready for all of that. I opened the app and found the post, my jaw dropping at the first few.

brian1234: I’d do that dumpster fire. She makes that red look good.

atvman: You’re a fake ass bitch, you probably deserved it.

Bookmama2004: I don't believe she'd do that. And look at that, I just bought another two books from her.

Obessedwithbooks: She's a hottie and all you're doing is driving up her sales. Dumbass.

CallmeCasey: Did you think we’d support you? Ha. This just makes YOU look bad, not her. Bullying is never cute. Let’s blow up our girl’s page. Show your support, people!

Was I reading this right? They were defending me. Sure there were a few that agreed with Sadie, but most of them were on my side. The outliers were probably people she was trying to rally.

"I need to check my sales," I chuckled.

"Omega," Ash started. "Truth or Dare?"

I turned to look at him. "Dare."

He tapped a finger on his chin for a moment. "I dare you to be in one of the scenes of my video with me. Show the world you aren’t that girl."

"That will shut up Sadie for a while," I smirked at him, too petty to turn it down. “I’m in.”

Dixon Motors was nothing like I expected. Maybe I was still letting my ‘rich boy’ biases show, but I expected a fancy modern building.

Though, the money still shined through in the interior, the outside was just your average brick building, large glass garage doors and the big sign out front telling the world they specialized in motorcycle repair and customization, along with custom paint jobs for just about any vehicle.

Ash and Mathias were quiet as we pushed inside, my eyes trailing over everything. The inside was a sea of dark, stained wood that lined the floor and ceiling, the ceilings were a cool, ‘shining oil stain’ cement in hues of bronze and black.

Black toolboxes that were in pristine condition lined most of the walls and the bays were kept empty outside of the bikes they were working on. Two were resting in their spots, parts and tools scattered around them, the only spot that wasn’t practically perfect in this space.

“It’s gorgeous in here,” I said, meaning every word. It was clear they put their heart and soul into this place. It was well decorated, showing not just their success, but their wealth, but I could still see touches of them.

The art on the walls were vintage signs and pictures showing an old shop that likely rested here long before them. Old motorcycles, landscapes, and cars added a bit of life to the shop.

“Thanks,” Ash said, pride beaming through in his smile as he watched me take it all in. “We worked our asses off to make this shop what it is.”

“I’m going to head over to my side, just come in when you’re all wrapped up here, I have some work to plan out anyway,” Mathias said, brushing a kiss over my forehead before walking away, his footsteps echoing in the quiet shop. I wondered what it would like in here when it was busy and full of life.

“Come out to the display room,” Ash said, offering me his hand, palm up. I didn’t hesitate to slide my hand in his and let him pull me to an adjoining room.

There were a few bikes and parts on display, but one in the middle was under a single golden light that had the red bike shining.

“Can we shoot here?” I asked as I circled around it, taking the bike in from all sides.

“Hell yeah, we can. This is my pride and joy. Well, next to you, now.”

He went on to explain the details of what kind of bike it was and what went into fixing it. I tried my best to listen and absorb all the finer details, loving how excited he was, but my mind was also putting together video ideas.

Ash had worn dark jeans, a black shirt that pushed against his muscles, displaying them all, combat boots, and he had a black helmet to round it out. The red would add the pop of color to make it moody.

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