Rulers Of The Streets

Chapter 5

Mason

I look at my wristwatch as I pull the keys out of ignition.

7:39 am.

I know it's Wednesday, and I'm not supposed to be here. But does that ever change my usual routine of coming here every morning?

Nope. A silly smirk makes its way on my face as I get down from my car, swinging the keys around my index finger.

At first I had to jump the wall and sneak inside, hiding from the big and burly, almost 7 feet tall, night guard, who's duty ends at 9 am. Then one day, I got caught by him. To say he was furious, would be an understatement. I felt small in front of that baldheaded, bulky guy. And I am not a small guy.

He had thought of me as a thief, as he never saw me before coming here as a member in the day because of his nightshift.

But that's a matter of common sense. What would a thief could steal from a dancing club, right?

He was about to call the police. Thankfully, I had my membership card with me that day. So, I showed it to him and told him that I had no wrong intention to come here.

He had checked my card and then gave me a warning look, with his big dark eyes, and said, "Look boy, you seem to be a good guy. Don't make such mistakes that can ruin your future. I would've called the police if you didn't have any proof. It's the first and last time, so I let you go. Now, get outta here right away or I'll have to call the seniors."

His words may seem polite and nice to you, but his tone, face and stature was the total opposite.

But however, I had managed to get him agreed about me sneaking in every morning.

I walk my way up to the front gate and spot Angelo, the night guard. I wave him a salute, get a nod of response and head in through the big gates.

Just as I walk in through the door, I run into someone and stumble back a bit. As I bump into the guy in front, my car keys falls off my finger.

"Watch where you're going, man!", I scold the person in front.

Regaining my balance, I hear a small yelp of surprise from the guy and realize it's a girl's voice.

Oh, it's a girl.

I can't really see her face, because of the hood she has on her head. She is wearing a brown hoodie, which is like twice of her size on her body.

She is looking down, probably to find something. She bends down and picks something off the floor and I remember about my keys. I also bend and pick the keys.

I hear the girl muttering a small, "Sorry", standing up. But, by the time I turn to her, she is already gone. Something inside me make me follow her, instead of going on my own way.

Who is she? And what is she doing here at this hour? No one is allowed to come here at this time. Is she a newcomer? Shouldn't Angelo have stopped her?

I stop while reaching the gates and see her walking down the street, feeling Angelo's gaze on my back. Then, suddenly, the girl pauses and turns around after a second, walking back, towards my direction.

And as she walks forward, I can see her face. She looks somewhat familiar kind. Tanned skin, hazel-brown eyes, tiny figure. Her strawberry-blonde hair framing her pretty face. When she stops, in front of me, I notice, she is a bit shorter than me.