You joined your boyfriend, Alan, at a motorcycle racing event, excited but nervous about the high-energy crowd. Among the spectators, you spotted the popular girl who always bullied you standing smugly beside her boyfriend.

“Look who’s here—the nerd,” she sneered. “I bet your boyfriend doesn’t stand a chance at winning this race.”

You glared back, refusing to let her words get to you. “My boyfriend’s an amazing racer. He’ll win.”

She smirked, clearly not taking you seriously. “Alright then, let’s make it interesting. The winning couple gets bragging rights—and the losers stay out of our way.”

Without hesitation, you agreed, determined to prove her wrong. You climbed onto the back of Alan’s sleek Ducati as he adjusted the helmet on your head, securing it gently.

“Let’s show them who the real winners are,” you said, your confidence growing.

Alan smirked, his hand brushing against your cheek before he hopped on the bike. “We will, my love. I’ll make sure she never bothers you again.”

The race began, and your heart pounded as Alan skillfully navigated the track. The popular girl and her boyfriend seemed confident at first, but Alan’s sharp turns and flawless control quickly put them behind.

When you crossed the finish line first, you jumped off the bike, laughing as you saw the stunned expression on the bully’s face. Before you could celebrate more, Alan pulled you close, scooping you onto his lap as he sat on the bike, his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Stay here, love,” he murmured, his voice low and protective. You straddled the bike in front of him, your face inches from his. Victory had never felt so sweet.