My Shooting Star

Chapter 1 - Jacboi's deli

(Y/N pov)

Being a small girl in the big apple has its perks. I mean, everyone knows me as Jacboi's daughter, but I've never let anyone get close enough to know the real me.

"Y/N, get a couple of wadda foe these boeys!", my fathers loud voice snaps me back into reality. I immediately fill a couple waters and bring them out to the tables, to hear a group of loud, rowdy, teenagers around my age.

"We's on strike!"

I know that voice, of course I know that voice, it usually comes with the scent of cigars, but i've never cared. Racetrack Higgins. Tall, blonde curls, and gorgeously beautiful. He's been a crush of mine, but I can't admit it because I'm dating Darcy. 

I remember the first time I saw his cocky walk and arrogant smirk, and that accent that you can't understand but I understood perfectly. We were sixteen and reckless.

"Who's the big spender who ordered the seltzer?", I say.

A cute ginger boy replies, "ova here!", he beckons me over to the gang of ragamuffins. I make sure to brush past race as his gaze turns to his cigar, fiddling between his strong fingers.

"That'll be two cents." I say.

"Two cents for a seltzer? Just gimme a wadda!"

"How did I ever see that coming?" I tease, handing him his fresh glass of wadda, as he called it. As I continue to clean the tables, ready to close, I overhear their conversation about starting a newsboy strike.

Soon enough my father shoos them out and I hear Race shout, "You won't be shooing us out when we get our mugs in the papes!"

I giggle, "I will never shoo you out!"

He gives me a faint smile as he makes his way out  the deli. I reach for my keys and lock up.  Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone starring at me, but when I turn, all I catch is a glimpse of ocean blue eyes, ones I've never noticed before.

I walk home, careful not to run into any unnecessary dangers. Believe me, I can fight. I have eight brothers after all, but the drama with Race has me too weak to handle any mischief.

Thankfully I get into my small, cozy, apartment without any trouble. As I wiggle the keys in the lock, I hear a thud. I open the door with caution, to see a beautiful woman, sprawled out on my sofa. What was she doing here? I turn to see Darcy, with smudged lipstick on his face.

It takes me a moment to understand what is happening. I feel tears welling up in my eyes. I have to get out of here.

"DARCY HOW COULD YOU DO THIS. I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING SPECIAL." - I scream and start to turn out into the great dark city.

"Y/N WAIT, I PROMISE I LOVE YOU"

'I have to get out of here'

I didn't know where I was running to, but I knew I had to get as far away from my so- called love of my life as possible.

I stumble through the bustling city, still blinded from the shock. 'Who was that girl? I don't recognize her..' I see a warm, inviting building up ahead. It has sort of a comforting essence to it? 'Might as well check it out'