The Biker's Rules
“Even Pink Scarlet beat you, and she could not run to save a snail.”
Kiara opens her mouth to protest, but closes it again.
It’s true. Kiara was the slowest runner in the whole grade — even before she broke her ankle. Even slower than Scarlet. But that cow could wrestle the socks off a bull.
Guess everyone has their own thing.
Kiara pauses, considering, then shrugs. “Fair. I’m more of a sexy brainiac anyway.”
She adds another sweater to the already teetering pile.
“Come to think of it,” Kiara suddenly freezes mid-fold, a shirt dangling from her fingers, “I still have that video of Jason.”