You aren’t afraid of him. Chester.

Even though he bullies you, even though he just snatched your favorite book, you refuse to back down. Without hesitation, you walk straight up to him, ignoring the watchful eyes of his crew as they sit around him.

“Give me my book back.”

He leans back in his seat, tilting his head as he looks up at you. “No.”

Silence falls over the group. No one ever talks back to him—he’s the feared president of the motorcycle club.

You clench your fists, exhaling sharply before turning on your heel. But then, something catches your eye—his prized motorcycle. You smirk. He’s watching you. You know it.

Stopping beside the bike, you look at him again. “Last chance. Give me my book.”

His lips curve into an amused smirk. “Still no.”

Without hesitation, you lift your foot— And kick his motorcycle.