Double Dare (Racetrack x Reader)

Bets

~Narrator/Author POV~

Race slipped up next to the girl he spotted. Y/N was most defined by her messy mop of curls that fell in natural ringlets on a good day and a knotty poof on a bad day.

The newsie had become a friend of the female. While Race did know her name and personal nickname, he often called her Curly. Not that Y/N minded, she found Racetrack entertaining with his silly jokes and poor gambling game.

Although Y/N occasionally saw Race on the streets, they didn't speak much in public. They were usually working or busy, but Race always gave her a quick wink.

Y/N did jobs all around the city, but she could usually be found tailoring or delivering packages. (Some times delivering tailored clothes to costumers.) She was often busy bustling around packages from one small shop to the next and always had a bag on her back to carry things in. She worked to provide for her family.

But when they met up at the races, it was like they hadn't missed a beat.

They got a few pops, some peppermint sticks, and leaned up against the fence. Race had his cigar in his pocket as he slipped another peppermint into his mouth.

Y/N gave a short laugh as she noticed Race held the stick in his mouth like a cigar or cigarette. "I don't know how you stand to smoke so much Race. Anyone would be as sick as a dog."
"I got used to it."
"Are you sure you're alive," Y/N joked, putting the back of her hand on Race's forehead.

Race was quick to gain a little blush. He wasn't used to females touching him and being so close. Race plunqged his hand in his pocket and fished around before coming up with a small box and opened it. He pulled a cigarette out of it, "Theys pretty good, want one?"
"No thank you."
"What if I dared ya?"

A smile played on Y/N lips. "Come on Curly, or is ya a scaredy cat?"

"Fine-," Y/N was interrupted by a large hand grabbing her and Race's shoulders.

Y/N looked back to see her eldest brother looking down on them. Y/N quickly slipped the cigarette down her shirt sleeve.

Right now, if looks could kill, Race would be six feet under.

"Alrighty, okay, uh..,"
"Is you a newsboy?"
"Yes."
"Is you a smoker?"
Race closed the box of cigarette and put it in his pocket, "What of it?"
"If you got any intention with my sister, just know we don't like people like you."
"What are you saying?"
"You look like you'd trade or steal anything for a cigar."
"Why thank you-,"
"You ain't touching my sister. If you were to steal from her for a cigar, you best know you're gonna get pounded. Be very careful Newsboy."

"Eddie, can you calm down? Race is my friend!"
"You don't even know his real name! Y/N, this kid is a waste. You need a man to provide for you, not a newsboy that will use you!"
"EDDIE! Race and I have had nothing between us other than friendship so far! You otta focus on your own whore of a girl friend that went off to fuck one of the jocks!"

Edward looked around before running after his girlfriend who was being too friendly with a jock.

 
~Y/N's POV~

"Race, I'm really sorry about that," I shift my weight foot to foot, "But I guess I might want to get home before you catch more shit from Edward."
"Sure thing."

Race pulled me into a long hug, I hugged back. "Race, you give the best hugs, you know that?"
"Thanks," he scratched the back of his neck, "Its not even late. You sure you have to go?"

"I probably should. The Edward thing in all. But I had a great time tonight. Goodnight Race!"
" 'Night Y/N."