Street Racer Darling |:| Knockout X reader

Mutual Interest

         "How did I get..." 

         "Don't bother trying to figure that out." 

         "OHMYGOSHtalkingcar! Is there like a bluetooth speaker or something?" 

There was no answer to that as I leaned forward in the seat. No button showed as a calling button so this baffled me to no end. 

         "I guess you could say I have made some modifications." 

         "Like what? A coffee maker? Cause coffee sounds really good right now." 

         "I could drive you to a coffee hut if you like. You'll have to move to the driver's seat though." 

Not turning down the opportunity for coffee, I slid over the middle and into the driver's seat. 

          "Do I drive or what?" 

The voice chuckled. It was a low chuckle, one that would come out of someone who found struggling effort amusing. Who the struggling person would be I have no idea, but I found this chuckle made my spine shiver, but not in a bad way. 

         "I've got you covered." 

And with that the car started driving on it's own, out of the now empty make-shift race track. 

     Seeing the interior I figured that no one really gets in to often. The leather seats weren't worn down by any means and the dials and buttons had no sign of use at all. 

         "Are you controlled by a remote or something?" I mumbled, the car continueing on with it's mission to a coffee shop. I just didn't know what to think. This would explain why the driver never seemed to show up, or collect the prize (it ended up going to second place). We arrived at the coffee shop, the barista slightly on edge when I rolled up. 

         "You a street racer?" 

I answered 'no', getting a wide smile in return. Obviously street racers around here aren't to popular. I ordered, paid, and left. Silently sipping the masterpiece I ordered, the car spoke again. 

         "So, where do you live?" 

         "Apartment building down Hillstring, but you can drop me off at Beckonham street if you don't feel like driving me all that way." 

No answer came out of the speakers as I took another sip of my coffee. 

     Taking off my sneakers, I brought my legs close to my chest. The seat under me was comfortable, and the suspension on the red beauty was flawless, like riding on a cloud, and I loved it. 

-Knockout's POV- 

     I don't know why I offered her a ride to get coffee. She seems to think I'm remote controlled, so I can see her more often that way. She did save my finish back there, how she knew I'm buffered right to left I don't think I'll ever know. She didn't leave any scratches, or dirt, meaning she's had a car before, and took good care of it. So where is it? Doesn't hurt to ask. 

         "Where's your car, in the shop?" 

She stared at her feet sullenly, perhaps I shouldn't have asked, if she starts crying I'll throw her out though. I am just as proud of my interior as I am my exterior. 

         "I don't know." 

Really? 'I don't know'? Must have been stolen then. No wonder she took care of my finish. Well, there's Beckonham, actually, I'll drive straight to her house.