The 1st Class Gang Experience (The Gang Leader's Girlfriend)

Chapter One

"And that class, is how you are supposed to solve a quadratic equation with the quadratic formula using A as forty, B as fifty and C as twenty," my professor said as he put down his pen.

I bite my lip, looking at all the long, long steps of calculating the numbers.

"Is class over?" A random guy asked, making our professor sigh. Sometimes I feel sorry for our professor, but after that painfully boring lesson, I don't feel so sympathetic.

"Yes it is Randy. You are all now free to go."

I smile and stand up, putting on my shoulder bag. I quickly gather my notebook and pen, rushing out out of the huge modern classroom. I run down the steps of the college building, speeding to my car out front. Once I got inside my black pick-up truck, I was instantly on my way to the club where I work every Friday night. I don't make the best money, but it's the most I can do right now to help my parents pay everything for me to go to college. Of course they don't actually know about me being a bartender. Dad would have my head before that happened.

The club comes into view and I quickly put on my other bag, which has my uniform in it. I jump out the car, and run into the alley to get to the back door. I swipe my ID in the machine and the door opens up, allowing me to go inside. I quickly race to the girls bathroom, which should I add, isn't a very sanitary place. I lock the bathroom door, then quickly strip off my clothing, putting on my uniform.

Once I have everything on, I stuff my regular clothes into my bag and walk up to the mirror, fixing my hair. I bite my lip and looked in the mirror. Hopefully no creeps will be at the club tonight.

Who am I kidding, there's always a creep at the club.

I shake my head and hide my bag in a secret compartment in the wall. I don't like keeping my things where all the other workers keep their stuff. Most of them hate me. Let's say, they claim I'm not bartender material. My parents are religious, I go to a good college, but hey, that doesn't mean I am a goody-two-shoes. I quickly walk out, making sure my boss sees me so he knows I'm here.

"Ready to work sweetheart?" My only friend at the club, Maria, asks me as I step behind the bar counter. Maria's a good person to have around. I guess you could say she's my mother goose to got to when I'm working at the club.

"Am I ever ready?" I answer as I wipe the counter down with a white cloth. She laughs as she cleans the glasses. "I just hope no drunks bother me."

"Well, you look hot tonight, so they probably will." She chuckles as I sigh and toss the wiping cloth into a basin in the corner. I roll my eyes as I move to sit on one of the stools.

"Anyone come to the bar so far?" I ask. Maria gives me a smile and shakes her head.

"Not really, but since it's a Friday, it'll be packed." I blow a breath through my lips and rest my chin on my arm. Friday was always one of the most craziest nights, apart from Saturday. Workers, college students, adults, and teens would come to have fun and relax since it was the beginning of the weekend.

"Yeah, I know," I frown. "Are you working the whole night? Or is it just going to be me?" I hated it when Maria had to leave before me. She was the only person I could turn to without having to worry about her giving me the cold shoulder.

"I'm off after nine, how long are you working tonight?"

"I'm working till eleven," I sigh.

"Maybe you should request to get off early. You're still young and twenty-one," she suggests with a concerned expression. Leave it to Maria to be worried about my well-being.

"I'm a full adult." I say, shrugging my shoulders.

"I know sweets, but do you think you could handle for 2 more hours?" I smile and wave my hand dismissively as I nudge her.