You were the only girl newsie. and being surrounded by a bunch of hormonal teenage boys all the times had its pros and cons. mostly cons..

Well, that's what they were, teenagers, completely hormonal teenagers with a girl in their group and it was obvious to any of the other newsies that both Albert and Race had the hots for you. Just by the way they would look at you, the glances they'd steal anytime you bent over a little too far and your skirt lifted just a little, the way they'd be giving each other death glares anytime one of them got too touchy for the other's liking.

Right now you were calmly sitting on the couch, sitting inbetween Race and Albert —you could easily take notice of a slight air of tension in the air between the two boys—. You noticed as soon as Race wrapped an arm around your shoulders in a lazy and loose way and Albert was quick to put his hand on your thigh before the two of them gave each other a death glare. Did they not notice you could clearly notice the way they were rotting for your attention?.

When Race saw that Albert had put his hand on your thigh he frowned "let go of her, I was here first" Racw growled to Al as he tightened his hold on your shoulders. Albert was quick to frown at him aswell —they looked like two kids having a tantrum—.

"Race told me he thinks about you when he masturbates" Albert quickly said, an arrogant and cocky —completely mocking smirk— crossing his lips as he kept his hand on your thigh. You heard Race make a loud gasp, his cheeks tinting red as he stumbled over his words.

"that's not- well, Al has had wet dreams about you!" Race quickly spat back as he frowned at Albert, who was now blushing as furiously at him as they kept on saying those things back and forth, trying to embarass and humiliate the other in front of you.