All I Need: A Racetrack Higgins Fanfiction

Chapter 9: Information.

(Well, I'm on my way home from a week in Hawaii. I find it strange how happy I am to be leaving.)

I walked pass the thousands of people on the streets of New York in search for the only two people I knew who would definitely have the information I needed.

"Hey there doll face," snickered a voice.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone?" came another.

I whip around to find just the duo I was looking for, the Delancey brothers. "Strangely," I reply. "I was looking for the two of you."

"What for?" Morris asked.

"I need you to do something for me."

"What?" Oscar laughs. "Organize you doll collection?"

I roll my eyes. "What do you know about a girl named Cat from Harlem?"

"Cat?" Oscar thinks. "Race's girl?"

"That would be the one."

Morris shrugs. "That's all we know."

"All you know, is that she is dating Race?"

"Yep," Oscar says.

"Perfect. The two guys I thought had eyes all over the city know nothing. Great," I say as I start to walk off.

"She has a record of cheating on her boyfriends," Oscar says with a smile.

I stop dead in my tracks and turn around. "What else do you know?"

"What do we get?" Morris asks.

"I'll slap you."

The two of them laugh. "No way," says Morris trying to stop laughing.

"Ok let's make this easier. You tell me what will get you to tell me your information."

The two of them exchange glances. "A kiss each sounds nice," Oscar smirks.

"I have a boyfriend."

"Then why do you care so much about Race's girl?" Morris asks with a smirk.

"I-never mind why I need the information. Just tell me it."

"You have to pay upfront," Morris says.

"One kiss each?"

"And," Oscar adds. "It has to be in the lips."

I roll my eyes again. "Will you give me the information?"

Morris shrugs. "Sure."

"Man, you both are true rats," I say before giving each of them a peck on the lips. I wipe my mouth. "Blech. Alright, you got what you wanted now pay up."

"Fine,"Oscar says. "We are men of our word."

"Since when?" I mumble.

"She is notorious for cheating in her boyfriends. In fact, she has become a "last chance" kind of girl," Morris says.

"Meaning?"

"Boys date her to say they have a girl. They are in it for the name," Oscar explains.

"Ok. What else?"

"People call her the queen of Harlem. She isn't the leader but she has some power and is the strongest girl in Harlem," Morris says.

"Boys like to date her for two reasons. The name and the power," Oscar adds.

"That's it?"

"That's all we know," Morris says.

"Great. Thanks rats," I say as I start to walk off.

"Hey!" Oscar yells. "Just to let you know, you a good kisser!

"I wish I could say the same for you two!" I yell before walking to the Journal building.