Assumed (Knockout x Reader)

Chapter 2

Groaning, [y/n] rubbed her eyes before opening them to shine a glare over at her alarm clock. She's had that thing since she was seven. It was all pink and purple will little flowers on it. [Y/n] had thought about buying a new one many times, but she decided as long as it worked it was fine and wasn't worth paying for a more mature one. Besides, it was digital, and the numbers were all nice and fancy.

The teenager lazily threw her feet over the edge of her bed, yawned, and stood up, wobbling a bit. She walked over to her closet picking out a decent outfit for the day. Honestly, it was just school. There was really no need to dress fancy. There was no one she was dressing up for. But...is there a special event today? She shook her head. She couldn't recall the teachers mentioning anything of the sort.

[Y/n] stripped from her pajamas and put on her new, clean attire. Feeling a bit fresher, she made her way out of the room and to the bathroom where she handled her facial appearance: straightening up her hair, doing makeup, brushing teeth, all that jazz. Now that she looked ready, she had to make sure all of her schoolwork was where it belonged, putting any stray papers into the correct binder or folder and then putting that into her backpack. Once all that was done, she was all ready and headed off to school.

[Y/n] exited the gymnasium with a group of her friends, talking and laughing like usual. She was in the middle of a hysterical conversation when she was pulled aside by a strong arm, causing her to lose balance and fall into the person tugging her. She turned before glaring at the familiar face.

"Geez, what do you want, Vince?" [Y/n] growled. If anyone could get on her nerves, it was that guy, the red headed bully of the school.

"Well, hello to you, too, babe," Vince smiled. The [h/c] haired girl scowled at the name he called her. "I just wanted to tell you about a race tonight, one that you should probably come to. I could give you a lift if you'd like, and you can cheer me on as payment." Vince smirked, thinking that his offer would never be rejected.

"I can drive myself, thanks." Vince frowned. "But I'll definitely be there." Vince smiled again. "Not to cheer you on, though." There's that frown again. [Y/n] took her arm from Vince's grip and began walking down the hallway to see if she could catch up with her friends. "See you at the race!"

This time [y/n] arrived at the race on time, apposed to the night before where she was the last one there, because of this the cars were not yet lined up, and everyone was doing last minute check ups or chatting with other racers. [Y/n] was currently sitting lazily in the driver's seat of her car, checking up on social media instead of her Bugatti's engine. She glanced at the time on her phone and sighed putting it away. She had already looked over her car when she was at home, telling her parents she wanted to take it on a drive to make sure everything was working correctly. Now, she was exiting the expensive vehicle to meet up with Vince. He had texted her, telling her to meet up with him at the track.

[Y/n] stood in front of her car looking around for the familiar black car with custom flames. From where she was, she couldn't see him but she did spot the same red Aston martin from her previous race. Making a mental note not to let her guard down this time, she stepped away form the Bugatti to search the crowd of car's for the annoying red head. As she walked past the Aston martin, she was unaware of the rearview mirror following her as she drew closer to a black muscle car, the owner leaning against the side of it and eyeing her inappropriately.

"Hey there, girlie," the owner said flirtatiously. [Y/n] looked over at him, surprised to have a stranger speak to her. The man was muscular with tattoos covering his arms and neck with a goatee and black hair drawn back in a bun.

"Um...hi," the teenage girl said awkwardly. She was aware that he had no good intentions by the way he spoke and looked at her. He was maybe in his early to mid-thirties, and she was a minor. The thoughts and ideas he had for her would not be allowed by any circumstance, but that doesn't stop some people...