By S. F. Brooke
Monday / October 14th / 9:01 AM
I wave Melanie off to class with a smile and as soon as she passes the threshold, my smile fades.
I wish I could walk off to class right now and only have to worry about tests and prom and whatever the hell else.
But instead, I sneak through the bowels of the old school building until I reach and old computer room on the basement floor.
“Skulking around as usual, Cassidy?” Simon say, as the door closes behind me, his Italian accent soaking the sentence in condescending tones.
He sits, dressed like a Wall Street mogul, in a leather desk chair counting a hand full of 5’s and 10’s.
Standing behind him is his body guard, a guy we call Skitz. He’s tall and lanky, and kind of looks like if Eminem had a meth addiction.
Skitz is the kind of body guard most people wouldn’t expect. Most people also wouldn’t expect an average guy to be able to cut cleanly through flesh in milliseconds using any of the number of blades he carries on him at all times.
Aside from them, the only other guys sitting in the room are sorry, sack of s**t, pushers like me.
“Sorry, I’m late.” I mumble and try not to show the anxiety forming in my chest. I hope he’s not in a bad mood today.
“Sit your ass down.” He takes his dull blue eyes off his stack of cash and looks up at me menacingly from under his brow bones.
Well, so much for that.
“I’m a busy man, Cassidy. Why’d you leave me hanging Saturday night?” He snaps his fingers and Skitz takes the stack of bills and places them in the bank box on the table behind them. “Hot date?”
“Nope.” I say a little too quick and loud. “Just… didn’t see your messages.”
“Hm. Is that right?” His eyes narrow and a smile stretches across the corners of his face. I nod, unconvincingly.
“Well that’s too bad, ’cause we needed you at Taejano on Friday night.” He stands up and crosses his arms. “Don’t let it happen again.”
Skitz walks over to me and drops a zip-lock bag full of contraband into my arms.
“Now, off you go.” He says.
And as I turn toward the door he speaks again.
“Oh, and one more thing. I have eyes all over this town, kid. That little Mason girl is cute. It’d be a shame if anything happened to her.”
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