"Your loss, Gennings," Jason scoffed, irritated by her refusal. His gaze flicked to Lydia when Ava mentioned her being interested. He leaned forward to catch a glimpse of Lydia's face underneath her baseball cap, a smirk pulling at his lips. "Is that so?"
	Lydia's jaw went slack at Ava's betrayal, although she was quick to collect herself. "Er. Yes. I'd love to see it," she answered, stiffening when Jason went out of his way to make eye contact. She felt certain her face was on fire.
	Jason straightened, a glint of amusement in his steely blue eyes. "Follow me," he invited, pushing off of the mailbox. It stood more crooked than before.
	As the boy lead the way, Lydia shot Ava a wide-eyed, half crazed look. ‘[i]I’m going to kill you,[/i]’ she mouthed. She turned her head before her friend could respond, her heart giving a panicked flip when Jason started talking. He never looked back at the girls, he was too busy going on about how expensive the motorcycle was and how fast it could go.
	“Wow,” Lydia mumbled. She made the comment not about the machinery, but the state of the garage. A pile of large cardboard boxes nestled in the corner almost touched the ceiling, and there was a cluttered worktable with a blue tarp tossed over it. A dartboard hung on the wall with a few knives embedded into it. Most were dead center. 
	Jason paved the way for them, pushing a box of tools over with his combat boot. Lydia was glad she wasn’t the only one who wore boots in the summer. She kept her arms pressed against her sides so she wouldn’t accidentally bump into anything.
	The door to the house had a calendar on the back of it, with a picture of a majestic looking panther. Lydia stared at it, jumping when it seemed to meow.
	Above them, a large Siamese cat glowered from the rafters. Lydia recognized the cat from Jason’s profile picture.
	“Don’t mind Hannah,” Jason blew some of his dark hair out of his face. “The neighbor's stupid dog chased her earlier.”
	“Ponchy?” Lydia guessed, pitying the cat. It mewed pathetically. 
	“Yeah, that’s the one.” Jason moved around so he was on one side of the motorcycle, and the girls were on the other. “Hate that dog. He's always getting lose and sniffing around here.”
	Lydia glanced to Ava. She wished the girl would say something, but she figured Ava was too busy taking in the sight of the garage. 
	“Well? What do you think?” Jason gestured to the motorcycle with a wide wave of his hand. “Awesome, right?” 
	Lydia didn’t know how to respond. There was nothing special about it; it looked like every other motorcycle. She pretended to look it over, nodding to feign interest.
	“It’s…” Lydia took a breath. “It’s awesome,” she finally agreed, using his word to describe the thing. She did her best to sound enthusiastic, but instead she sounded pained. She hated lying.
	"You bet it is." Jason didn't seem to notice her tone. He looked to Ava, waiting for her reaction. "C'mon, Gennings. Even you can't deny this is a sick ride."