Amy's POV

Honk Honk!

I hear a car outside and immediately know it's the school bus. "Parker! Sophie! THE SCHOOL BUS IS HERE!" I yell to my siblings. Thank goodness my dad still isn't home. Even though it's six in the morning.

They both quickly take off except for Brenda, who either walks or get's a ride from a friend. She also knows that we have to discuss some things.

"So?" I ask.

She sighs. "Not even a good morning?" She asks jokingly.

I give her a pointed look. She sighs again. "Okay, okay, um, his name is Alexander Black."

I nod. "Okay, thanks. Now, can you please call in that favor?" I plead with her.

"Okay."

"Good, let's go."

"Um, I'm getting a ride from Harley." Harley has been Brenda's best friend since 6th grade, so she knows about the secret.

I nod. "Alright, make sure to lock the door behind you."

I walk out the door and begin my half an hour walk to school. I love walking to school, it gives me the peace and quiet I need in order to properly think.

I take out my phone and plug in my earbuds.

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I say in relief when the bell finally rings, dismissing me from AP Math. There is a big commotion outside in the halls when I exit the classroom. Suddenly, a screeching Emily comes at me and engulfs me in a hug.

"OMG, OMG, OMG!!! Have you seen the new guy? He is H-O-T! HOT!" She continues to go on and on about how hot he is.

Suddenly, the crowd starts to part, girls start swooning, and some are even fainting. Emily goes still as she gazes at something behind me. "OMG, he's right behind you!" She whispers excitedly.

I decide to give in and turn around. Instantly I freeze up, but it's not because of what you are all thinking about. No, it wasn't because he was super hot, nope, it was because right in front of me was standing none other than Alexander Black!

I'm guessing he's also surprised that I'm standing here because his eyes widen.  Then, they go back to normal so quickly, I'm not even sure that it actually happened. 

He smiles a wicked smile. "Well, what do we have here? Grocery girl." He pauses. Grocery girl, really? He had no better name? "So tell me, grocery girl, what are you doing here? Should you not be at home taking care of your drunk father, or even, taking care of your siblings and making sure none of your fathers sluts take anything important or of value?" He whispers so only me Emily could hear.

"Oh, wait, I forgot," He whispers a little louder. "With your father being a drunk a*s, you have no one to give you money, so you absolutely no money at all!" He laughs his wicked laugh.

I feel tears well up in my eyes, but I know better that to give in to this bully. He's here like everyone else, to bully me. 

Yesterday, I actually had the decency to think that he was somewhat nice, oh how wrong I was. Suddenly, he he stops his laughing and looks down at me. "Looks like hit a nerve," he says loud enough so that everyone that was straining to listen to our conversation can hear. "Ahh, is the big baby gonna cry?" He taunts me just like everyone else.

I know, I have gone through worse things than this, but no one has ever mentioned my father, mostly because no one besides Em, Harley, and now Emily's mom know. That's my sore spot, but so is the mention of our living conditions and how it affects my siblings.

"I don't know how you know that," I decide to speak up for myself. "But you never know what other people know about you, so I wouldn't be Blackmailing people without knowing what other people know about you." And with that, I walk away with a sway of my hips.

I take out my phone and call Brenda. "Hello?"

"Brenda, have you called in that favor yet?"

"Yup, the information has just come in, it took a little longer than they thought, but once you see everything on the page, you'll know just why it was hard to locate."

"Okay thanks, oh, and if you see the new kid in school, AKA, Alexander, just ignore him."

"Alright."

And with that I hand up the phone.

Alexander's POV

Yesterday's meeting went to sh*t. They had planned to ambush us, not negotiate. Fortunately, this isn't the first time something like this has happened, so I had brought back up, and no one was severely injured, well, from our side at least. We had made sure that their side had no survivors. I'm guessing that it's safe to say that no gang shall be messing with us anytime soon.

Anyways, after my whole Sunday morning went to sh*t, I decided to use the rest of my day to figure out who that mysterious girl from the grocery store was. Or, as I like to call her, Grocery Girl. 

I decided to bring in a favor that someone owes me. His name is John. I don't know his last name, since he likes to be discreet. 

The phone rings twice, and then a scruffy voice picks up. "Hello?"

"Yo, John, I need that favor that you owe me."

"Alright, who's the unlucky person now?"

"That's the thing, I don't know her last name, but I suspect that her first name is Amy."

"Do you have any sort of footage that contains her identity?"

"Um, ya at a grocery store named Target. I'll send you the address, you can figure out the rest. Make sure to get it to me as soon as you can tomorrow!"

With that, I hang up.

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The next day, I wake up at 5:15 a.m. to a phone call from John. "What's so damn important that you had to wake me up at 5 in the damn morning?!" I bark into the phone. 

"Sorry boss, but your exact words were to get you the information as soon as I can tomorrow, and since you said that yesterday, that makes tomorrow today. I would have called at 1 in the morning, but you probably wouldn't be too pleased."

"Your damn right I wouldn't be pleased! Now, what is it that you found out about the girl?"

"I just sent you the link boss."

"Good, make sure that they pay you double." With that, I once again hang up on him. Time to find out just who Grocery Girl is.

I can't believe my eyes, according to this sheet, apparently Grocery Girl's mother had died by suicide, after finding out that her husband had cheated on her. Luckily, though, the lady got an abortion.

 Her father turned drunk, and apparently got another girl pregnant, but this one didn't get an abortion, and had the kid, who is a girl and gave her up for adoption. She should be about 6 years old by now.  Amy was left to fend on her own for herself and her 3 siblings, that she knows of.

Wow, this even worse than what I went through. 

A knock at my door interrupts my thinking.

"Boss, it's time to go to school." Aiden, by body guard and a close friend of mine calls thought the door. 

"Alright, I'll be right down!" I call through the door. 

I quickly change into some jeans and a dark blue button up shirt.

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When I get to school, me and my gang are already late. I walk into first period AP English 20 minutes late. 

"Why are you late?" The obnoxious teacher asks up without even looking up from her computer.

When she notices that the entire class has gone silent, she looks up from her computer and her jaw drops open. She quickly adjusts her shirt so that it can show more cleavage, but I ignore her. 

People like her disgust me. I mean, I am a player, but this lady is like 500 years old!

"How can I help you?" She asks while trying to seductively twirl her hair around her finger. I roll my eyes at her feeble attempts to seduce me.

"You can help me by telling me what we are doing in class, instead of trying to seduce me."

Her face instantly turns a bright shade of red, as the whole class bursts out in laughter.

"Take your seat and pay attention," she mutters.

Me and my gang members in this class all take a seat. I told all to behave unless ordered otherwise by me.

Ring! Ring! The stupid bell rings almost three minutes after we take our seat.

"About time that damn bell rings, I was about to fall asleep in that class!" Exclaims one of my gang members named Josh.

The rest of us burst out laughing. "Dude, we were only in there for like, 3 minutes!" Exclaims Lucas, his best friend.

"Shut up," mutters Josh.

I roll my eyes at their childish behavior. "Come along now, whoever has Algebra with me better start walking." I stop and turn around when I realize that no one is following me.

I groan. "Damn it!" I stomp off, pissed that I need to go to Algebra all on my own.

As I walk who knows where, I finally start to realize that everyone is staying out of my way and are whispering and pointing at me. I send them all a glare and they all avert their eyes to the ground. 

I look up a head, and well, can you imagine my surprise when I see that a girl right in the middle of the hallway is staring at me, with another girl behind her with her mouth gaping wide open.

My eyes widen and I see her body stiffen. I quickly get my eyes back to normal, so fast, that if you had not been closely watching me, you would have missed it.

I smile a wicked smile as an idea comes to my mind. "Well, what do we have here? Grocery girl. So, tell me grocery girl, what are you doing here? Should you not be at home taking care of your drunk father, or even, taking care of your siblings and making sure none of your fathers sl*ts take anything important or of value?" I whisper so only her and who I'm guessing is Emily, her best friend according to her file, could hear.

At this, her body, if even more possible, stiffens even more. "Oh, wait, I forgot," I whisper a little louder. "With your father being a drunk a*s, you have no one to give you money, so you absolutely no money at all!" I laughs a wicked laugh, I never knew I had in me.

I see tears well up in her eyes, and immediately regret saying all that, but I continue my laugh, in order to gain a reputation, you have to do things the hard way. 

I quickly stop my laughing and look down at her. "Looks like hit a nerve," I says loud enough so that everyone that was trying to listen to our conversation can hear. "Ahh, is the big baby gonna cry?" I taunt her.

I see hurt flash through her eyes, and a roaring pain sears through my heart, but I ignore it. Her eyes, quickly harden and turn cold, different from all the emotions I had just seen go through them.

"I don't know how you know that," She speaks up, much to my surprise and amusement. "But you never know what other people know about you, so I wouldn't be Blackmailing people without knowing what other people know about you." And with that, she walk away with a sway of her hips, leaving me in confusion.

What could she possibly know about me? All that type of information about me is classified.

I turn my questioning gaze to the girl who I'm pretty sure is named Emily, but she's gone. I decide to ignore Amy's threat, or whatever it was, and continue on my way towards Algebra.

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Amy's POV

Brenda was right, I can not believe what the paper in my hand is saying, but I can also see why this information was so hard to locate. 

According to whoever Brenda's informant is, Alexander Black is a gang leader, but I already knew that. Apparently, his gang was one of the biggest in New York, before he left, but now it is the biggest in the country.

His gang's name is The Black Devils, and they apparently are also enrolled in this school, along with Alexander. He is also a Street fighter that goes by the name of Ryder, which is the last name of his brother, and best friend. 

He has no father, only a mother, who's name we could not seem to locate. Apparently though both of them have been abandoned from a young age, and even though they had been in poverty for the majority of their life, they are now practically swimming in money. 

I have no idea what had happened to his father, but before I could read anymore, the bell rings  indicating that we have one minute before we are late to class. I had been reading this file in the bathroom.

I quickly pack my things up and leave the bathroom. Before I could even get within three feet of the bathroom though, I am being dragged back in, and by the smell of expensive perfume, I immediately know who it is, and don't struggle as much as before. 

It's Samantha, the school sl*t and head cheerleader. I sigh, I already know and have an idea of what is to come. 

"Who the H*ll do you think you are?" She screeches in her already high pitched voice, it very much sounds like dying whale.

Before I could respond though, I am thrown against a bathroom stall. 

"I-I-I d-didn't do any-anything," I quickly stutter. 

"You know exactly what you did, you decided to ruin my chance with my future husband!" She yells. 

Once again though, before I can respond, I am meet with a hand being slapped across my face. I force tears to come into my eyes, so she can see that it 'hurts'.

"You know, Alex was right, you are such a big crybaby!" She then punches me in the stomach, where all my bruises are. 

Her punches are as hard as getting hit by a pillow from a 3 year old, but since I have bruises from my father, and the fight, it hurts like Sh*t. 

I let out a small whimper of pain. She laughs an evil laugh, and walks out of the bathroom, leaving me on the ground, trying to control my breathing from the punch that she threw at my stomach.

I then hear the bathroom door open, and internally groan, thinking that it's Sam, back for round 2, but when I look up, I am surprised to find myself looking at a beautiful shade of forest green, instead of the icy blue that are Samantha's eyes.