ALEXIS POV
"Lexi, please bring table 2 its food," My friend, Ronny yelled out to me. Looking over towards where Ronny stood, I gave him a sharp nod. Quickly writing down a couple customers orders, I sped to the counter collecting the food from the counter and bringing it to the assign table.
"Table 6 needs a cleaned down!" I turned my towards Ronny and narrowed my eyes. He gave me a small smile before disappearing back behind the counter.
I release a breath and looked around at the pack parlor. Tonight was Friday, unlike a normal college student that spent their Friday nights partying their life away, I stood cooped in a pizza parlor waiting tables.
I didn't complain to much about it because I was never one really enjoy the partying scene. I preferred to stay under radar and mind my business. And in city like Chicago that's what is best to do. Here you can easily find yourself mixed in the crowd, that right there can get yourself killed.
Gangs populate over half of our city making us the top most crime rated city. There is over 20 gangs in Chicago alone, but they're separated in two main branches, Gang Disciples and Black Disciples. These two gangs are common rivals that commits over a third of our crime including, burglaries, robberies, shootings, and murder.
Getting wrapped in either of these gangs your signing your own death wish.
Clearing off the table I threw the garbage in the trash and brought the dishes to the back for cleaning. When I came back to the main floor I notice a group of boys merging slowly into the parlor. Out of curiosity I let my eyes linger on the boys as they went to a table towards the back. Everybody in the parlor eyes turned to them and watched as their faces turned downside. The boys didn't seem to notice as they continue their loud talking and laughing.
From my view I couldn't exactly make out their faces back but a eerie feeling was settling in my stomach.
"Ayo, can we be damn assited?" A voice called from the group.
I bit nervously on my lip and went towards where Ronny was standing, "Can you go wait that table over there?" I nudged my head in the direction of the loud boystrious table. Ronny followed my movement and chuckled, "Nah, my shift is over that's all you." He gave me smirk before walking away leaving me there throwing daggers at him with my eyes.
I sighed and clenched the pad in my hand tighter and as I took strodes to the table. When I reached the table I took a breath before speaking, "How may I help you?" The boys laughther and voices died down as there attentioned turned to me. Up close I had a better look at the boys. There was 5 of them, when my eyes took notice of who the person that sat at the edge of the booth my body went cold.
Durk Banks.
One the biggest dope dealer in Chicago.
He was feared by many, and hated by many.
Durk was the last to take notice in me. I watched as his gaze started from my feet, lingering to my body before it went to my face. A smirk was evident on his face as he licked his lips.
"I got something you can help me with," A boy spoke with long black dreads that sat on his shoulders. The group burst into laughters, I squinted my eyes at him already knowing what he was implying.
"What would you guys like to order?" I asked restating my question with foreced smile.
"I will like a order of you." Durk spoke this time, his light brown eyes skimmed my body slowly. Rolling my eyes I shook my head lightly.
"Sorry that isn't on the menu." I stated crossing my arms over my chest. He chuckled to himself, "Ma, I think it is, you are desert." I felt my cheeks heat up, I tore my eyes from him and looked at the others. All them were staring at us with a curious looks.
"C'mon Durk can we order some food damn," Durk turned his head to the boy who spoke, "Chill 9, I got ya."
"Nigga, fuck y'all I'm ordering! Can we have three large bacon and sausages pizzas. And a basket of buffalo wings." I smiled, happy that they finally ordered. After writing down the order I went to the back to hang up the order.
Once their orders were finished it took me two trips to bring all of it. Numerous times they tried to flirt with me but I simply brushed them off.
Looking at time the time my shift was ending in a few and I couldn't be more relieved. My feet was aching and also my back I wanted no more then to crawl into bed.
To pass time I sat at the counter reading a magazine, since it was nearing closing the parlor was near empty only leaving one last table to clean up.
My precious time of reading was interrupted once a large hand pressed on the book blocking out the text. I lifted my head to be met with Durk.
Do these guys ever get when a girl wasn't interested?
"Yes?" I asked annoyingly.
"I was wondering if you wanted to come back to crib with me tonight," He gave me cheeky grin exposing his dimples. I laughed out loud before giving him a serious look, "No."
"Playing hard to get ah," His hand went to my hair as he played with it. I moved my head to detangle his hand. Rolling my eyes I jumped off the stool and pushed him to the side.
Going to the back, I removed the apron and strung it up. When I went to go back my movements were stop when I notice Durk was also in the back room with me.
I groaned out and threw my hands up, "What the hell do you want?"
"You." He pushed his hand in his True Religion jeans and watched me.
"Well I don't want you, your a whore." I didn't want to call him out his name but it was absolutely true. From what I heard he slept with almost every girl in Chicago.
"You shouldn't-"
"Durk there's something happening in the parking lot!" One of his friends came rushing in saying before rushing back out. Durk followed pursuit, of him leaving me in the back room. Getting curios I left out to the parking lot.
When I reached outside the sound of yelling was evident. I looked and notice there was groups arguing back and forth about some money.
"Nigga if you don't bring me my money Ima have to lay yo' ass out." A boy yelled from the left group to the opposing group.
"I don't owe ya bitch ass shits."
"Really motherfucker really!?"
"Yeah nigga!"
Somebody from the left group reached in his waistband and pulled out a gun aiming at the group firing shots. The groups spread out sending shots back and forth.
Screams left my mouth as I tried to make a run back into the parlor but my body was tackle to the ground. Hitting my head on the concrete my vision began to blur and my ears rung heavily.
A voice was speaking to me to me but I couldn't make it out from the ringing of my ears. Pain thumbed in my skull before I fell unconscious.
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So this is way different from any story I've ever written. I never written an urban story so sorry if I may struggle.
This is the first chapter in sorry if it sucks lol.
But unlike most of these other urban writers I actually know how to write with intelligence. My writer style is better and my grammar sheesh, is ten times better. Not to sound cocky but these other urban writers write at 2nd grade level and it's horrible.
But I hope you guys like and enjoy this story because I have much in stored.
Votes & comments are needed.
@ Mariah 💘
