DECIMATE H.S

"I need that girl"

M.C

It's about 12:00pm, which is probably time for me to head home to bed.

After a night full of pizza, beer and work talks, I think I need a decent sleep.

Ashley turns the TV off and we stare silently for a minute.

We start hearing loud male voices, glass shattering and deep laughs from outside.

Ashley looks at me funnily before speaking up; "What is that roudy noise?"

She gets up and wanders to the window, pulling the curtain back.

"Looks like some sort of gang?" She says, peering out.

"Don't worry about it, it's just street scum" I say, having a look myself.

"We should go clubbing tomorrow" Ash suggests.

"Maybe it's a good way of meeting people?" I think it through.

"There's a nice looking one just a near the town centre, the butterfly club or something?" She says.

"Yeah I think I've seen it" I answer.

"Anyway, I've gotta get home for work. I'll see you in the morning when you pick me up" I say, chucking my beer in the bin, grabbing my keys and waving off.

I shut the door and look around before walking to the foot path. I see the gang still hanging around, not and really worrying me at all.

I turn the ignition and speed off down the road.

H.S

The boys and myself are currently hanging around a particular street where the rival gang was supposed to be seen, talking about cars, drugs, beer, women and other guy shit.

There's been no sign of them yet and we've been here for over an hour. I mean, it would definitely be strange seeing a gang on our territory on a Thursday night.

I turn around to the sound of a door opening, thinking its a suspicious time for someone to be going out.

Instead of finding and old drug addict like I suspected, I spot a beautiful slim, long-haired blonde girl walking outside of the house just opposite to us.

My heart quickens looking at her.

Never in my life have I seen someone so beautiful.

It's like everything around me just stopped, the only thing I can focus on is this girl.

I've never seen this mystery girl before which is odd because I know everyone in Holmes Chapel, I make sure of it.

...So who the fuck is this beautiful woman before me?

I watch this girl step into her car, feeling like everything she does is in slow motion.

I take one last drag of my smoke throwing, it into the gutter and turning around to face my men.

"Patrols off" I call, opening my car door and speeding off, leaving the other gang members annoyed and confused.

I follow this girl down the street, occasionally seeing her look at her revision mirror from time to time, staring directly at me.

I can tell she's aware of my following, she makes all these pointless turns into streets she probably doesn't think I know about, when in reality I own those streets.

She comes to a stop in front of the fashion offices, quickly getting out and dashing to the front door.

I know I've scared her.

But I need to know who she is.

I pull in a few car spaces down from her, watching her nervously swipe her security card to get inside the secure building.

She can't stay in there forever, so I'm happy to wait.

I wait for almost an hour, still no sign of life in the building.

That's okay, I know she has something to do with this building, I mean; you don't have an access card for nothing.

I'll be back, don't worry.

I need to have this girl.