My name is Jezzabelle Jones, I'm sixteen years old. I have brown hair, hazel eyes, and I'm also an early college student in the city of Steelport. It's definitely an... interesting place. Definitely different than Buford, Wyoming. I even have a roommate here in the dorms. Her name is Kinzie Kensington, and she's a hacker. No lie, we have at least ten people a day coming in and out of our shared room for whatever she can offer. Grade changes, forged doctor's notes, you name it. If it requires a computer, she can do it.
    I, on the other hand, am just a little girl a long ways from home, majoring in mechanics and minoring in computer science. Not so fun. "Kinzie! Kinzie have you seen my hair brush?" I asked coming out of the shower. She wasn't there, but she'd left a note, "Hey JJ, I've been called in for a work thing. Don't wait up! ~Kinzie" I sighed. Kenzie is such a strange girl. Don't get me wrong, she's nice to me but she's got this drawer that's just filled with adult toys. It's scary to even think about what she does with them. I shuddered at the mear thought as I slip on my Nyte Blayde tank top and pj bottoms. Yes, I'm a nerd for the show, so what? You gotta support what you love, right?
I was just about to crawl into bed when our shared home computer roared to life. I slipped into our spinning chair and watched as a green voice box and small blue skull design came up on the screen. "Ha! You've just been hacked Miss Kensington, how does it feel?" I male british voice said. I leaned over the desk, propping my head on my fist. "I wouldn't know, I guess I could ask her when she gets back." I said with a yawn. "Wait," he paused and the webcam above the computer clicked on. "You're not Kensington?!" He said in an aggravated voice. "Thank you for noticing." I laughed.
"But I tracked all of her feeds back to this computer!" He huffed. I laughed again. "Well, she only uses this computer for her low grade stuff. For her hard core stuff, she uses the coffee shop on fifth for their free wifi with her untraceable laptop." I said with a smile.
"So who are you then?" He asked. "I'm her roommate, and I go by many names." I said with a smirk. He laughed. "Uh-huh and I'm guessing you're a hacker too?" I shook my head. "No, just a girl who happens to be rooming with her for the time being." I slid the chair back and stood. "I'm also the girl who needs to get some sleep before her exam tomorrow." I put my hand on the web cam's off button when the voice screams, "WAIT!" I freeze and sit back in my chair. "What?" I ask, annoyed. "Y-your shirt." He stutters. "What about it?" I say, looking at it, becoming a little insecure about it. "You like Nyte Blayde?" He muttered. I nodded and resumed my original pose, but this time puffing out my chest in my tank top. Hey, it's not everyday you meet a guy who likes Nyte Blayde and recognize it based on the original design.
"So you're a Blayder?" I asked. He gave an awkward laugh. "Uh, yeah." I raised an eyebrow. "Really, you'd better not be playing me. You have no idea how many guys say that but they haven't even gotten past season one." I say rolling my eyes. I heard him slam something down. "I know, it's so disgraceful!" I laughed. I was about to answer when the door handle jiggled. "I've gotta go." I said before turning everything off. "Kinzie!" I said maybe a little too loudly as I spun around in the chair to face her. "Jeez. What's up with you?" She asked, setting all of her stuff on her bed. "Nothing, just got off Skype with my grandma. But I need to get to sleep now." I said, getting up and sliding into bed. "Alright, uh, goodnight then." She said turning out her light. I turned off mine and rolled over in my bed, thinking of the british man's voice.
It's been a month or so since our first meeting. He still won't tell me his name, so I just call him Nyte Blayde, per his request. I know that he has black hair, blue eyes, and pale skin, but that's all I could really get out of him about what he looks like. Of course he knows what I look and I told him that my name was Jezzabelle, but that's really it. We mostly talk about Nyte Blayde and what I was going to do after college. "Well, my dad had his own mechanic shop, so I practically lived around cars and I just want to have my own shop. Ya know?" I placed some hair behind my ear and tried to fight back my blush. "I'm sorry. That seems really stupid, right?" I said. "No!" Nyte Blayde said. "I think it's very commendable that you know what you're going to do with your life." He said. I laughed. "That's really sweet of you. Um," I paused for a moment. I'd been summoning the courage to ask him if he'd like my number, so I guess now was as good of a time as any. "Um, I was thinking that this whole hacking into the computer every time you wanna talk thing needs to change so," I started to play with my hands. "I was wondering if you'd just like my number, ya know, so you can call me instead of having to hack every time." I looked away from the computer waiting for his answer.
"YES!" He practically screamed, and then started to curse. "You okay?" I asked. "Yeah, just spilt some coffee on myself. Like a total idiot." He muttered the last part. I giggled. "Well, if you want my number, I'd advise that listen closely." I said. I could hear rustling before he said, "Alright. Go." I cleared my throat. "555-143-6288." I said slowly. "Did you get all that?" I asked. Nothing happened for a moment. Then everything turned off and my phone rung. "Hello?" I asked. "Hello Love." He said. I had to hold back a squeal. This was the first time a guy had actually gotten, and used, my number. Like ever. "Who are you on the phone with?" Kinzie asked as she came through the door. "Right, Sammy, I need you to send me that cool logo you made if you want it to be your image when you call." I said. "Alright, I need to get off, Kinzie just came through the door. Bye!" I hung up my phone and sighed.
"Who's Sammy? Your boyfriend?" Kinzie asked, dropping all of her stuff on the floor. "What? No! He's just a guy in my mechanics class. He made a really cool logo and I want it to be his picture when he calls. We're working on a huge project for Midterms." Kinzie whistled. "Damn girl. You're practically a postgrad already, do you really need to work so hard?" I shrugged. "I can't get that garage of my dreams if I don't work hard. I've been working on this model since I was a kid, Kenzie. I just need another pair of eyes to look at it before I submit it." I said, shifting towards my bed. "Sure. Okay, but get some sleep would ya?" She turned off her side light and crawled into her own bed. I too cuddled into my bed, but right before I decided on a comfortable position, my phone buzzed. 'Goodnight Love ;)' The text said and enclosed was the skull icon he used. I made it his picture and fell into a lovely sleep.