Street Racer Darling |:| Knockout X reader

Let's do This

       -Your POV-

     I put on the new jacket, waiting for my ride. I might not be able to see Knockout, but I can talk to him at least. I don't mind. There was a time when I was unknown, a black horse amongst well known racers. Then, I wanted to be known as a mystery, someone people would die to get to know. That idea was thrown away after meeting a team of racers who welcomed me, rather than push me away. If you're good at what you're doing, many will hate you for it.

         "Hey," I looked up from the step I was sitting on, "You ready to go?"

         "You know it! Driver's side or Passenger?"

         "Driver's side, how else am I gonna get by the gate?"

         "How did you get by the gates before?"

         "Snuck in."

I rolled my eyes. Of course he would do that. I don't know why I didn't connect the dots earlier.

     Getting in, I looked at my phone. The contact name said 'Dash', meaning it's a one-way fastest-takes-all race, the actual text being coordinates.

         "Do you know how to read coordinates?"

         "Do you have a USB cord?"

I answered 'yes', then plugged it into one of the charging ports in the Aston Martin, my phone attached.

         "Got it, let's go."

We sped off towards the race, me laughing and ready for my first truly fun night in forever.

     When we, well, I, got to the gate, the guard (who was really just some burly guy who looked mean) checked for the text I had gotten not to long ago. He noticed the car I "drove" and huffed, obviously not a big fan of Knockout. Finding a parking space was easier, especially since a few red lights were driven through, and the speed limit only seemed like a mere suggestion to Knockout as he piloted his car, I wish I knew from where. I started to imagine him as some scrawny kid with glasses, treating street racing like some sort of game, but the voice didn't match, so maybe someone with a good reputation and worked out a lot? Handsome swimmer? Or maybe a secret agent with a secret of his own? Now that would be a predicament! Especially if someone found out.

         "Hey Knockout," no response, "What did the street racer say to the cop?"

Still nothing.

         "Nothing, cop couldn't catch him."

Knockout 'remained silent', and acted like a regular car as many other makes and models began to arrive. They all looked mean, fast and powerful, but only a handful had actually come to race, the rest came to show off, or they came to do both.

         "The first race is around 12:00, you wanna wait for the last race at 3:00 a.m.?"

         "Second race, then beat em all at the last."

The second race was at 2:30 a.m., giveing about 15 minutes to repair and tune up your car, less if you're really fast. The catch is the last race, no one knows what it is until you're on the starting line. Could be a down and back, or a full on race course, usually it's just a run with no burn out, keeping the tires cold, and making the race harder on the car. That could change though. In the meantime, I got out and looked around, telling Knockout that I'd be back in about an hour. He made no reply, earning a shrug from me.

     Nothing peaked my interest, or came off as a threat to the red beauties win. A red and white camaro came close, but the rear axle was slightly off, and the tires were lopsided, not by much, barely noticeable actually, but it would still make it hard to steer. A newer model that I didn't recognize came to view near the end of the line of cars, several girls surrounding the driver. He was obviously loving the attention, flirting with every girl that simply looked at him. I decided to have some fun.