You're dark and sexy.
He's flirty and quite literally an asshole, but a damn good-looking one at that.
How will you two ever get along? Through sports cars and racing, duh.
[THE BOOK IS CURRENTLY BEING RE-WRITTEN, THE ORIGINAL WILL BE KEPT REGRETFUL...
The funeral was sad, yes, but you could see the boredom on their faces.
Everyone didn't want to be there.
I mean, yeah, Rooster was there giving his thanks for the friendship and hugging and kissing your cheek goodbye before he went off to America for more advanced racing. He said he was in the market for NASCAR.
Danny was no where to be found as Cal was already at American NASCAR. You eagerly wanted to text Danny to tell him to come, but the service was half over.
You thought was cool, also yes, but you wish that Dabi could be here to tell you that being jealous was a bad look for a pretty girl. He always said that.
Flashback
You were prepared for your date, FaceTiming Sam here and there for some makeup tips. You needed to be honest, wearing makeup under a racing helmet wasn't always your ideal way of takin' on the speed, and since you raced so much, you never really wore a full face. Unlike Sam over here, glammed up on a Thursday afternoon.
Dabi was dressed up, but he only had concealer on. He denied it, but you knew deep down that diva Dabi was coming out to play.
That's when he walked in the room. Suit and tie, looking fine, with a smirk on his gorgeous face. "Hey sexy, what are you doing here tonight?" He said as you brushed out the skirt of your dress in the mirror. Turning to face him, you replied. "Not much, just waiting for my man." You replied, a huge smile on your face. Dabi was smiling as well. (pretend he can bc that's just fucking sad if he isn't smiling)
"Oh really? Now, I would say ditch your man and go with me you sexy little thing." He told you, grabbing your hips and squeezing on them, messing around with the fabric of your dress.
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[This is what the dress looks like no matter what size you are, just imagine it on you. ;)]
He took your hands and kissed them, then leaned in and hovered over your lips. "Please?" He begged quietly. Your gorgeous eyes stared deeply into his, then finally you spoke up. "Nah, I'm good." You joked, trying to walk off. He immediately stopped you pulled your body onto his, your ass crashing into his pelvis. "I said that you should ditch your man for me." He spoke, demanding a rise out of you. He was being sort of serious now, but still in a joking manner. "I can think about it-" you began, but he flipped your body, now grabbing and groping at your ass, feeling it up.
"If I can guess the color of your undergarments, you need to go with me. Okay?" He said. He wanted a challenge. Easy. This morning he saw you in a black matching set because last night..well, you already know. But, you showered and changed them into white so it wouldn't mess up your dress considering your dress was a lighter color.
"You have yourself a deal." You smiled, still playing your little game.
He slowly but surely moved his hands across your ass like he was doing, his gaze never leaving yours. He flipped you back around and got closer to your ear.
You began to listen closely...
He pulled up your dresses hem and looked down super quick, you laughing really hard as his attempted way of not sexually harassing you failing. "White." He said.
You rolled your eyes and shoved him while laughing your ass off. "You idiot!" You shouted jokingly. He was laughing as well.
End of flashback, daydream whatever
"Hey." Someone spoke.
You looked over and saw Keith. "Hey. How are you?" You asked. He rolled his eyes and took a spot next to you, standing with us hands closed together in front of his crotch. "Well, I could have been better if my best friend wasn't so sad that her boyfriend died. I mean, girl really?" Keith told you.
What did he just say? You thought.
You took your wine and splashed it on his face subtly. "You asshole." You said as you walked over to Sam.
Sam was listening to your conversation, and she was shocked about it. "Why the hell did Keith just say that Dabi's death shouldn't be cared about? He wa a great guy, and he treated you some fucking human decency!" She whisper screamed. Keith was behind you and walked to the front of you two.
"Well, I'd say that you are a disrespectful little bitch, huh?" Keith said with his splotchy red face from the wine, messing around with Sam's chin. She shoved his hand away. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" Sam asked quietly. He shrugged his shoulders and laughed.
"I don't know, I just have some human decency, right (Y/N)?" He said, gliding his finger across your chin. You pulled away harshly and growled at him, snipping at his fingers with your teeth. He pulled away. "You weirdo!" He shouted in a small tone. You smiled and walked off, grabbing Sam's wrist as you left. You stared back at Keith and saw him standing there, a smug smirk on his face with his arms crossed and pelvis forward.
