The School Called The Cops When 50 Bikers Showed Up To Escort A Bullied Teen – Until They Saw Who Was Leading Them

“This is her.”

The bikers erupted in cheers.

Engines revved.

Someone whistled.

Cassie’s brain short-circuited.

“I… I don’t understand—”

“Your guidance counselor called us,” the man said.

“Mrs. Ramona. She’s my cousin. She told me you didn’t have a way to get to prom.”

Cassie blinked.

Mrs. Ramona?

The only teacher who’d ever checked on her?

“We’re your escort,” he continued.

“You’re riding with me. The rest of the crew is making sure you get there safe. And anyone who’s got a problem with it can take it up with us.”

Cassie’s throat tightened.

She tried to speak, but nothing came out.

The man handed her a helmet.

“Name’s Jax. You ready?”

She put on the helmet.

Her hands were shaking.

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