♡︎Dedicated to _Harry_My_Daddy_

Chapter Title: What happens when you threaten a hacker?

Date: 25th of September, 2028
Country.State: United States of America, California. San Diego.
Time: 2:30 pm

  It was warm enough at noon, the hoodies Ellen made her and brother wear to hide their faces didn't make it better. She rushed her brother into the small storey building their parents left them, locking the door with the extra padlock she bought on their way home.

"Casey, go upstairs and lock the windows." She told the eight-year-old peeking through the curtains to inspect the busy road.

"But it's really hot." He grumbled stomping his foot and angrily removing his coat and the hat she made him wear, revealing his brunette hair.

"Just turn the fan on!" She scowled at him before turning back to the curtain, this time, biting her fingers.

"We didn't pay last month's bill." He huffed settling himself in a chair, right after he flung his bag somewhere on the floor.

Ellen rubbed her face roughly, she couldn't deny the frustrations she felt. Her brother's life depended on her, she had to play Writer X's stupid games, she only had to play it long enough to get evidence for the police.

8:00 pm

Writer X: Good evening, my imaginative crew.

Uthman: Good evening @Writer X, I was reading our previous chats and I realized you never gave us your name, oh, and Writer X was automatically saved on my phone. Is that normal?

Tobi: Good evening everyone and @Uthman the name automatically saved on my phone too.

Daana: Good evening guys, and same. I'd say it's probably another glitch but it's the only number that saved automatically on my phone.

Ellen: Good evening @Writer X

Daana: @Ellen Good evening, I was hoping we could start afresh tonight?

Ellen: @Daana I'm not here to make friends.

Daana: No problem then.

    Writer X locked the group.

8:30 pm

Writer X:  Can we get started?

Daana: A not so meet-cute.

Writer X is typing...

Uthman: What's meet-cute?

Daana: 😤Meet cute is when the main characters meet in a lovey-dovey way.

Tobi: Girls and making things up.

Uthman: @Tobi 🤣🤣Right?

Daana: I didn't make it up.

Uthman: Sure baby girl.

Writer X: My friends and I stood in the middle of the hallway as if we were hypnotized, we watched his back and the swarm of girls and some boys still screaming as they walked behind him. Some of them daring to touch him, whenever they touched him, he glared at them and looked at them with disgust.

"I- I have to say, " Khloe started, scratching her head, "I was not expecting that." She said blinking in shock.

"What? The fact that Elizabeth, who always says she can't go nuts for a guy, screamed for a stranger who looked at every single person is this hallway like we were plain disgusting or the fact that only about twenty students stopped following him like bees?" Priyanka asked with heavy sarcasm dripping from her tone.

"Let's just go." I pinched my nose upset. I've spent seventeen years on this earth and nobody ever looked at me like that, like I was some rag. Even rags were given minimal respect.

"Are you ok?" Khloe asked quietly beside me.

"I'll be fine," I whispered to her. Maybe I got uglier or my hair was untied, I brought my phone out, to look at myself. My curly hair was still beautiful, my face with a little makeup, my transparent lip gloss was not smeared. My black skin was still as shiny as ever, the scar I got near my left eye as a kid was still as pretty as ever. I scoffed as I put my phone in my bag, he was definitely gay, I am too pretty to be treated like that.

Tobi: Give him two best friends since we're going for Korean series storylines.😣

Writer X: @Tobi As you wish.

   Writer X is typing...

Tobi: No, that was sarcasm.

Tobi: And he's typing.

Daana: Funny how one of his characters just said something sarcastically.

Writer X: "Am I ugly?" I stepped forward and turned to look at my friends.

"Why would you think that? Learn to love yourself!" Khloe launched forward pulling me into a deep embrace.

"Oh calm down Khloe, she's exaggerating cause of the proud idiot," Priyanka said rolling her eyes making Khloe pull my hair.

"You're putting yourself down for someone that never noticed you?" Khloe tightened her grip on my bun.

"It's easy for you to say, you have that guy you met online," I whined stomping my feet and rolling my eyes.

Khloe took a deep breath and said, "That's an online thing, I've never met him, he's rich so we're not compatible. And I'm pretty sure he gave me a fake name. What kind of name is Alejandro with a silent J?"

"Maybe he's from Mexico, I don't think they pronounce J." Priyanka voiced.

"We're in New York baby girl, you're just explaining to this one," she said pointing her head at me, "why we can never be together."

"So am I ug-"
"Ugh!" I turned slowly to stare at the two boys laughing after bumping into me.

"Gosh! Can't you watch where you're going?" I yelled at the two cute boys standing in front of me.

"Can you keep it down? It's not their fault that idiot is proud." Priyanka said eyeing me.

"Hi, I'm Marco and this is Alejandro," Marco said extending his hand.

"Priyanka," she said accepting his hand, "Khloe and Elizabeth." She continued using her left thumb to point at us.

"Nice to meet you but we have to go." Marco kissing her right hand before scurrying off with his friend.

"Gross." Priyanka shuddered wiping her hand on her skirt.

"That's what you get for not supporting your friends," I said sticking my tongue out.

"Dum dums," Khloe said before the bell rang.
 
   Our first-class was mathematics, which happened to be my favorite subject.

"Did you guys do the assignment?" Khloe said smiling mischievously

"Oh, you know..." She said smiling with pouty eyes making Priyanka and I roll our eyes.

"Just copy it fast," Priyanka said throwing her note at Khloe's face.

"Thanks, babe," Khloe said giving her an air kiss.

"Good morning, " our maths teacher said dropping his suitcase on the desk, "Khloe, please don't tell me you just started the assignment I gave you last week." He started looking at her wearily.

"No, of course not."  She said letting out a nervous chuckle.

"Do you want to show us what you were writing then?" The teacher leaned on his desk smiling with a raised brow.

"Well, if it's not going to take ti-" She didn't complete her sentence before the president's son, Marco, and Alejandro barged in like owned the school. Well, maybe they were the owners but it was still crazy, the crazier part was the high pitched screams.

   They stood in front of the class, trying to search for seats. Well Alejandro and the president's son were, Marco was busy winking at Priyanka, who was giving him an irritated look.

I stared at him, he was not horrible looking nor was he a greek god. What makes him think he's a catch? I squinted my eyes to look at the little mole under his right eye. I guess we're all imperfect, I continued staring at him until he caught me staring at him, and no I didn't avert my gaze.

He smirked a little and continued staring at me till it turned to a glare, I changed my face and glared back at him. He looked at Marco who was still trying to flirt with Priyanka, he then glared at me again until the teacher told them to sit behind Clara. The nicest girl I've met.

Writer X: Something feels wrong about the story. 

Nadia: @Writer X  Yes it's cliche, too cliche.

Ellen:  @Writer X  What Nancy typed and the fact that you're using too much said, Alejandro said this, Priyanka said that.

Nadia: Sorry I'm late, I was busy.

Nadia:  @Ellen The name's Nadia, not Nancy.

Writer X: @Nadia You're late.

Nadia: Yes, I'm sorry about that.

Writer X: I am bad at tolerating laziness.

Nadia: lol yeah, I'll be early tomorrow.

Writer X: I'll advise you to be, your parents are not going to like a video.

Nadia: Video?

Writer X: On a not so drunken night, their daughter recorded a sex tape.

Nadia: That's a lie.

Writer X sent a video.

Nadia: Who are you?

Writer X: I just want a perfect book.

Nadia: THEN WRITE LIKE A PERFECT WRITER! Write your own story.

Writer X: Oh calm down feisty. I am writing my story, your ideas are just making it better.

Writer X: For some reason, you're not scared of the video. Your father is a respectable Imam, I'll advise you to make the right decision.

Nadia: What if my phone gets seized.

Writer X: You're a big girl Nadia, 21 years old. It's about time you made big girls decisions like you did in that video.

Nadia: Please don't release that video, my family's reputation is at stake.

Writer X: Oh I'm sure it is, as long as you don't ruin my book, I won't ruin your family's reputation.

Nadia: I'll try not to.

Writer X: Try not to? Maybe I should send a clip, so you can take me seriously.

Nadia: I'm serious Mr. I won't come late and I'll keep your book going.

Writer X: Promise me.

Nadia: Promise?

A minute later.

Nadia: Fine I promise you.

Writer X: Trust me, I'll only break my promise if you break yours.

Daana: Why is this stupid App always glitching.

Tobi: It literally just started yesterday.

Uthman: Doesn't make it less annoying.

Writer X: You guys should go to bed and try to ease your frustrations. Please try not to be late tomorrow.

  Writer X locked the group.

  Ellen knew Writer X threatened someone, like every good hacker he always covered the traces, she knew that because she was one. No one except the person he threatened know what he did. Based on the glitches, she was sure that he was a hacker, either that or he worked for clickApp.

It bothered her that she couldn't track his location, he was perfect, she had only one lead, so she stood up from her bed and strolled her reading table. Grabbing a pen and a post-it note from the table's locker. She carefully inscribed Hacker on the paper and taped it on the wall.

  She had to play his games, but she sure won't let him get any close to her brother.