It was a late Friday afternoon, and I was sat in the middle of a crowded lecture hall.

 Instead of paying attention as a good student would, my eyes were persistent on their decision to wander in search of a certain someone. After a good five-minute scour along each and every row, I'd finally come to the conclusion that Nathan Woods had skipped yet another lecture.

 It had been a full week since he had shown up to my flat unexpectedly, and that had been my last point of contact with him. After he fitted in my fire alarm, the rest of the evening had been pretty uneventful. When we started working on our project, I made several attempts to start up a casual conversation with him, but he answered each of my attempts with absolute silence. 

He was stubbornly persistent in not wanting to be my friend, and it was ruining everything. 

The only small success I had gained from my gold-digging plan so far was the money I got from selling the dress he had bought me. Yes, it had more than covered this month's rent, but I was still hoping, no needed to get way more off of him than that. My father, my brothers, and most importantly, my mother all needed that money.

I tapped my finger furiously against the hardwood desk, feeling more and more anxious by the second.

  How do I get inside that stupid boy's head? 

 Despite my numerous attempts, he still wasn't warming up to me in quite the way I hoped. I racked my brain for a solution, and then the answer hit me like a sharp slap in the face. 

When I snuck a peek at his laptop, I remember finding a folder quite clearly labelled: My journal. If I got a read of that, then manipulating him would be a whole lot easier. Who knows what kind of secrets were contained in there?

Now my only problem was how I was going to gain access to those files.

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"You're going to do, what!" Brandon exclaimed, his voice hitting a painfully high-pitched tone.

 "I'm going to break into his flat," I shrugged as I finished lacing up my black combat boots.

 "Erm...and how exactly are you going to do this without the keys to his flat? And better yet, how do you even know when he lives?" He scoffed as he leaned against the doorframe of my room while eyeing me with raised eyebrows.

I stood up with a sigh and angled myself to face him. "You seriously underestimate my stalking abilities, don't you?" I laughed. "Luckily for me, Nathan knows absolutely nothing about internet safety. The idiot stupidly left his address up on a group chat when he was advertising some stupid party he was hosting a couple weeks back. 

  And-" I raised a hand. " I don't need a key. He let it slip the other day that he likes to keep a spare key under his mat," I snickered, internally rejoicing at the idea that Nathan Woods was a moron.

Brandon slowly nodded his head. "Wow, you were right. I clearly did underestimate your stalking abilities," he snickered. 

"Yeah, I know," I bragged as I flipped my hair dramatically over my shoulders. "Well, I better get started, see ya later," I called with a smile before sliding my way past him. 

"Wait," he said, stilling me by placing a hand on my shoulder. I looked back at him curiously to find his eyebrows pulled together in worry. 

"How do you know that he won't come home while your there, or worse, what if he's already there when you break-in," he explained in a serious tone.

I rolled my eyes. "Yet again, you're underestimating me. I know from yet another social medial stalk that every Wednesday evening from exactly seven to eight PM he goes jogging. As long as I am out by eight, he will never know," I shrugged.

Brandon's face slowly started to relax, and he reluctantly nodded his head. "Okay, fine, you sound like you know what you're doing," he sighed as he let go of my shoulder.

"I'm not going to get arrested, relax," I laughed as I gave Brandon's mildly concerned face a light double slap. 

"Ugh, why do you always do that," he whined as he tried to dodge my hands.

I let out an ugly chuckle in response and skipped my way over to the door. 

"Soph?" Brandon called as I placed a hand on the doorknob.

 I looked over my shoulder. "What?" I yelled. 

"If his diary contains anything embarrassing, make sure to take lots of pics so we can laugh about it later," he laughed as he pulled his mouth up into a smirk. 

"Of course," I winked before exiting through the door.

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Singing a happy little tune to myself, I entered through the fancy glass doors of Nathan's flat complex. I was instantly bombarded with the sight of a fancy-looking foyer room. 

It had pristine floors and art hanging from the walls, which looked as though it could belong to a museum. It was so overly refined; I was starting to wonder if I had walked into a five-star hotel by mistake. 

There was a lobby desk to the center of the room, and to the side, a staircase and elevator. I quickly made a sharp turn for the stairs as the idea of taking the elevator filled me with a sharp wave of nausea. 

It kind of sucked because his apartment was all the way up on the tenth floor, but hey, it was better than having a panic attack in a dark enclosed box.

"Young lady," a shrill voice called before I even had a chance to place my foot on the first step.

  Well, this couldn't be good...

I gulped and slowly turned on my heel so I could locate the source of the sound. The voice belonged to the fifty-year-old-looking receptionist lady who was sat behind a long birchwood desk. She looked over at me with curious, probing eyes. 

"Erm...hey, is there something wrong," I mumbled out awkwardly as I hesitantly trailed my way over to her. 

She gave me a half-hearted smile. "I was curious who you are, I've never seen you before, and I know every resident in this complex," she proclaimed. 

"Oh, I'm visiting a friend," I replied with an awkward laugh, fidgeting nervously with my hands as I spoke. 

"Which friend?" she asked.

 My hands felt clammy as panic seeped itself through me. Since she knew every resident in this complex, I knew a random made-up name would not suffice. 

"I'm visiting, Nathan Woods," I explained with a weak smile. 

I mean, it wasn't a full lie. I was technically visiting him, or well his apartment at least. 

"Oh, right, of course," she said, her eyes instantly flashing with understanding as she eyed me from head to toe.

"He's always bringing pretty girls like you home," she said tightly, a hint of jealousy creeping into her tone.

 Her words stunned me to the point of sheer speechlessness. I wasn't sure what was worse, the fact that she thought I was his fuck buddy or that she had a blatant crush on Nathan. It might have been alright if she was in her twenties, or perhaps early thirties, but this woman looked well into her fifties. Nathan could have passed as her grandson.

 I somehow suppressed the burning urge to projectile vomit all over the floor and instead forced a fake smile onto my face. "Does he now?" I muttered out with an awkward laugh.

 I pointed to the staircase. "I'd love to chat, but I should be heading up now," I chuckled. 

"Have fun," she spat out bitterly as one of her hands clenched into a tight fist.

Not exactly knowing how to respond to that, I slowly backed away from the desk, one step at a time, and headed over to the staircase.

 As soon as she was out of sight, I sped walked up the stairs like my life depended on it. I wasn't stupid if I spent any more alone time with that pyscho, there would be no guarantee she wouldn't drive a burning stake through my heart.

As swiftly as I could, I ascended floor after floor, and with each one, I felt my breaths growing heavier. 

Of course, the idiot had to live on the highest floor of the entire building. Even when he wasn't trying, he somehow managed to find a way to piss me off.

After a grueling ten-minute climb, I finally reached the promised land, aka the tenth floor. I trailed my way down the corridor, and as I reached the end, I smiled, taking in the wooden engraved letters of apartment 10A. 

Not wasting any time, I bent down and flipped open his door mat. I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I took in the sight of the little golden key laying bang smack in the middle of the floor.

 How the fuck had this geezer not been burgled before?

I slid the key into the lock and slowly pushed open the door, causing it to let out an eerie creaking sound as it did. My heart started to hammer faster in excitement as I entered through the threshold of his door. I jumped slightly as the lock slid back into place behind me. 

It didn't surprise me how on edge I felt. I was performing a criminal act, after all. If I got caught, there was no denying that Nathan would press charges. I wouldn't put it past him to visit me every day in prison just to taunt me.

As I moved away from the landing of the door the apartment opened up into a large open space living room area. My mouth parted slightly open as I took in the spectacular sight of it all. He had the most luxurious, leather sofas draped out across the apartment, complemented with the most pristine-looking white cushions and rugs. 

To further add to that, he had an impressively large plasma screen television mounted on one side of the wall, which further added to the wealth of the room. And probably the most impressive part of the apartment was the view. The most ginormous window stretched across one whole side of the room, giving the most spectacular view of the evening city from the height we were at.

It took me a long while before I finally collected myself together and closed my mouth. It was overwhelmingly intimidating to be in a place this nice, and I couldn't help but feel like a roach in his nice fancy apartment.

 Shaking away my negative thoughts, I headed through the apartment and headed over to the door at the far back.

I swung the door open slowly and cautiously, in the off chance that someone was inside. I let out an audible sigh of relief when I found an empty bedroom, but that feeling was quickly replaced by a deep feeling of jealousy as I took in the sight of it.

 The room had a flawless, contemporary type feel to it. In the center of the room was a massive four-poster bed with dark grey sheets and angelic-looking white cushions. 

I'd kill to sleep in a bed like that, but I knew I never would.

As though I was in a trance, I pushed myself further into the room and started to wander around. I passed by a massive aquarium display mounted on top of his dresser, and I stared for a while in awe. It was filled with thousands of tropical small fish and even turtles, swimming and swirling in thousands of different.

 This room dripped with the kind of wealth that I only assumed existed in movies. It was hard to believe that all of this could belong to one guy.

 I continued on with my path around the room, and I stopped as I spotted something lying on his bed – his phone. 

Had this idiot seriously left his house without his phone?

I didn't hesitate for a second and immediately snatched it up. I turned it on and let out a silent curse as I saw the phrase 'password' flash on the screen. I paused and tried to rack my brain for a good guess.

Now, if I were an ego-centric twenty-year-old douchebag, what would my password be? His own birthday, perhaps?

I quickly got out my own phone and tried to find his Instagram, so I could figure out when his birthday was. I scrolled down to a post about his birthday, a couple weeks back, and I smirked and quickly took note of the date.

I typed the fifteenth of September into the search bar, and his phone unlocked just like that, causing me to let out an incredulous chuckle.

  It was official now - He was a fucking idiot.

Since he had refused to let me have his number, I quickly sent myself a text so I'd have a record of his number. I made sure to delete it afterward, so it wasn't obvious I hacked into his phone.

I was about to throw his phone back onto the bed, but then I smirked, figuring I might as well have a little bit of fun while I'm here. I quickly went onto his autocorrect settings, and paused, taking the time to think of something.

 Finally, I decided to make it so that every time he texted, Sophie, it would change it to baby. I should have probably stopped there, but now that I had started, I couldn't stop. Chuckling evilly to myself, I thought of a few more corrections that I thought might spark up a conversation. 

Let's just say, Nathan's first text conversation with me was going to be very interesting.

Finally satisfied that I had inflicted enough damage, I chucked his phone back down onto the bed and started to make my way over to his desk where his laptop was.

I had barely made three full steps before I froze. Loud voices echoed through the hallways, and then to my absolute horror, I heard his apartment door swing open.

Shit.

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Author's note: 

Is it really a story by me if it doesn't involve someone illegally breaking into someone's house? The answer is no, no it isn't. 

Anyway, hope you enjoyed xx

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