The Boxer And The Ballerina

3. "You've Got My Number Already"

|Stephany's Pov|

It was 4 a.m. In the morning, and I rolled off the couch, hazily wiping my eyes as I stood.

My classes didn't start until 7:25 but there was a reason I woke up so early.

In 5 minutes I'd have my teeth brushed.

In 20 minutes I'd have my hair done.

In 10 minutes I'd fine something to were and in 5 minutes I'd get dressed.

I'd have 10 minutes to grab a banana, lock up the house, and rush for the 5o'clock bus that runs two blocks over.

It was usually empty this early in the morning and I'd be able to close my eyes for the 30 minute ride to the east side.

But this morning I'd have to sink in my seat, pull the hood up on my jacket, and slyly look out the bus window as I saw Alex.

My first thought was flag him down out the window, asking for my Phone and homework, and be on my way but I noticed he was walking into the drug coinciding clinic.

I keep my eyes locked on him until I can no longer see him and the bus takes a turn onto Mulbery Rd.

I wondered why he was their, and I thought of what I found in his duffle bag last night, those needles and small jars of clear liquid.

I wondered but my thoughts were cut short when my stop came up.

This is as far as the bus would get me to my destination, mainly because busses had no need for traveling up to the upper east side, everyone who lived there drove around in Benz.

So I'd walk.

And I'd pass the academy, never letting a second pass that I don't stare at in longing amazement.

I finally make it to the Deskard Hotel.

A hotel that could almost be defined as a sky scrapper, it was basically lined in gold and radiated pure further.

(Air Quote) This is where I live (Air Quote)

The doorman, Simon, let me in without question ever since this one night two years.

"Good Morning Stephany." He says properly, his chest held out and nose held up, which was the usual stance for people around here.

"Morning Simon." I smile, walking into the spinning doors and going for the cafe that that sits at the back of the Deskard's football field sized lobby.

The time was 6:30 and usually for about another half hour I'd finish up homework or fix my hair so it didn't look like I walked a mile.

Either way, I couldn't do either of those things this morning because I was stopped right in the doorway by a waiter.

"I need to see your guest pass." He says, holding his hand out.

"Wh-what?" I ask in complete shock, they've never asked for a guest pass and Iv been using this place as my cover spot for 3 years now.

"I- I don't have one." I mumble.

His eye brows knit together, I look at the name tag that's pinned to the right breast pocket of his uniformed vest.

It read, Tyler.

"Listen, Tyler. My families been living her for as Long as I could remember, ok." I say snootily, trying to walk past him but he steps back I front of me.

I fold my arms, "last name?" He asks.

I open and close my mouth.

"Hmm, I don't think Iv heard of that one before." He says. I look down, "listen I'm not planning to make any trouble in your precious cafe." I mumble.