❝ i'm happy you don't see me as some lowlife-outcast. ❞
❝ i wish all us other socs could see you for who you really are, and not just for your money status. ❞
❝ i wish all socs were like you, choi miso. ❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ───── ˎˊ˗
𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗼...
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WALKING INTO THE RACE TRACK, THE SEATS WERE PACKED WITH GREASERS WHO WERE BUSY SMOKING, DRINKING ALCOHOL AND YELLING.
The area was lively and had people everywhere, and as Miso looked around, she couldn't help but feel saddened at the sight of the black and red spray painted words on the garage doors. The words were mean and derogative, and she felt a pit in her stomach as she knew who was to blame for the vandalism.
"Come on." Ria grinned, grabbing hold of Miso's arm as she led her over to one of the garages that Niki was currently in, working on his motorcycle. He was clad in his usual attire, however this time instead of his simple leather jacket, it was a black and white leather motorcycle jacket.
The Nishimura boy had yet to become aware of Miso's presence as he kept his head down and his brows creased as he fixed his white and red vehicle.
"Niki." Miso softly called out, causing the said boy to look up confused. He wasn't expecting her to come, and so when his eyes landed on her and her revealing clothes, his cheeks blushed red.
Miso sent him a sweet smile, completely oblivious to the affect she was having on him as he looked away for a moment to compose himself. Her once innocent and cute image had vanished and was replaced with a seductive and older look.
"You look smoking, Doll." Niki smirked, chucking the cloth in his hand over his shoulder and leaning against his bike, his bottom lip between his teeth as he continued to look the girl up and down.
"Thank you." Miso chuckled, feeling her cheeks heat up due to his dark eyes. "It's all down to Ria, really. She said I needed a makeover." She shrugged.
Miso watched as Niki reached his hand out, beckoning her over to him. She couldn't help but gulp and take a breath as she did so. She'd never seen Niki like this before...
The older boys arms snaked around the girls waist as he pulled her closer to him, and he brought up a hand to brush a few strands of her hair behind her ear.
"Are you freaked to watch me race?" Niki wondered just above a whisper, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as his eyes took in her beautiful features.
"I guess," She smirked back, playfully. "I'm routing for Kazuha though." Miso teased, causing Niki to jokingly scoff and roll his eyes.
"She's won already though," He stated like a whine, raising a brow as his eyes met hers. "I think it's 'bout time for someone else to win, hm?"
Suddenly, before Miso had the chance to reply, the sound of a gasp was heard, followed by her name.
"Miso?!"
Jointly, Niki and Miso furrowed their brows and Miso turned around to see who'd called out for her and instantly, once her eyes landed on the mysterious person, her eyes widened like saucers.
