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Leaning against the school smoking. I know if I wasn't smoking right now I probably be less calm. "Sam" I hear a voice call to me to me that harsh but smooth voice. Shit he can't she me smoking I put it out and hide the pack behind my back. "There you are". "Oh...hey umm". "Jake its jake". I'm trying to get the pack in my back pocket without him noticing. And it gaps on the ground fuck. I grab it fast. "Gotta get to class see you later". He grabs me "What's that your hiding Sam". "Nothing I have to get to class". I shake his hand off. I hide it pack and pull the arms of my hoodie down so they can't see my tattoo. Once I get in the class I sit in the back. Jake slides in the desk next to me and whispers. "Forget something?". "What are you talking about Jake". "This" he slides a lighter on my desk. Shit. I grab it "uh wher-fuck please don't tell anyone". On the lighter I cover up the initial's A.K with my thumb. "Sam who's name is on it?". I don't answer I turn to the teacher and tuck it away in my pocket. Alexzandra King. That's me. I lead the Kings gang. My father was killed which is why I took over. The teacher asks me "Sam what the answer to this problem". "Beats me oh um 745 I'm so sorry". I'm really not but fuck I can't blow my cover. My phone is vibrating. I raise my hand " ma'am I need to take this call its a family emergency". She nods and I walk out. I answer saying "King".

"Boss there's a problem".

"What's the problem".

"There's some here claiming they need to talk to you". "Girl or guy". "Guy brown hair green eyes". "Don't let him leave I'm on my way".