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Caught [M.Panda + Hahvy]

Hahvoc The Decepticon

Hahvoc The Decepticon

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Mar 4, 2009
I've caught you.

The cursor flashed at her from the faint glow of the computer screen as she considered sending the message. Jesslyn had been working in the school's office for the past year and a half and someone had hacked into the system to change grades and she had caught the person through some of her own computer hacking. She wasn't top-notch but she was good enough to have located the culprit- something the teachers here wouldn't have been able to figure out without IT help and some tracing programs. It was part of the reason why she worked in the office- she knew what she was doing.

She moved some of her black hair out of her face, the curls uncooperative. Why had she decided to curl her hair today? She had no idea. Her emerald green eyes lined in kohl appeared brighter as they stared at the computer monitor. To send or not to send? Tapping her black painted fingernails along the desk, she thought it over- pursing her pale rose lips and humming a moment. Fidgeting with her multiple earrings on one of her ears, she clicked the SEND button with a smirk. She was going to have fun with this one.

There was a knock at the door and she turned in her chair, swiveling around to look at the Principal. He was a tall man with a messy mop of ash brown hair and nice but stern dark brown eyes. He had wrinkles around his eyes and mouth- like he liked to smile and laugh a lot. But he wasn't too giggly at school. In a blue button-up with a black tie and khaki slacks, Mr. Macabi seemed to fit into the role of high school principal rather well.

"Lyn? Do you have those files organized for me?"

"Oh, right! Yes, I do. Here you are."

She grabbed a few manila folders marked with specific dates and stood up, her black knee-high boots tapping the ground softly as she walked over to him and handed him the folders. Her principal suppressed a laugh at her t-shirt which read, "I don't need to outrun the bear. I just need to outrun you." She smiled at him lightly.

"Anything else you need?"

She asked politely despite her rocker appearance. She listened to heavy metal while she was working and kept the volume low- and if she wasn't mistaken- the principal liked some of her music. He looked over the files before he shook his head.

"Nope. I just need you to check that the computer files are in order and then you can go home."

She inwardly danced and cheered before she sat back down at her computer once her boss left. She put her books and such in her bag to take to her locker since she had finished her math and English and only had a two-page worksheet for science that she would do during homeroom. She had already checked the computer files- which is how she had come upon her little hacker but wanted to see if she got a message back. She couldn't suppress a grin as she waited.

This was going to be fun.
 
I've caught you.

Alister scanned over the words carefully for a few minutes. It was a rather vague message, really. There were a great deal of things that he could be caught for. If someone was good enough. The message came through an IRC message, directly through to his IP number. He recognized the IP number it came from as belonging to the school. He'd been exploiting the system long enough to memorize the number. For a year, Alister has been working on a little side project; tapping into the school's intranet and changing the grades.

Of course, he wasn't changing his own. He was a legitimate 4.00 student. However, some of the richer jocks would pay quite a bit of money in order not to be kicked off their respective teams for poor grades. The school district made the poor decision to have all grading done electronically. While they had a secure intranet, it wasn't as secure as they would think. Sometimes, one had to forgo the software, and go right to the hardware. Alister had installed a wireless link to one of the servers in the IT room, piggybacked from every wifi signal from the school to his house. He was impressed that he was caught by the school staff, to be honest. Though, he hadn't secured the operation very well, and worked at it through a system separate from his own. A netbook that was quite expendable if anything came directly back to him.

However, the manner in which the message came struck him as odd. A good intentioned person wouldn't have contacted him. They would have just turned in the IP address and washed their hands of the mess. I've caught you. He imagined a child saying it, tauntingly almost. Alister disconnected from his current network and connected to a node further up the piggyback chain and replied to the message.

And?

The IP number would have been different than the first, but whoever he was talking to likely had that all figured out.

Alister stood up and fixed his tie, put on his jacket, grabbed his Blackberry and the netbook and headed out into the cool afternoon air. He lived with his parents who were generally out of town on business, or at least claiming to be anyway. So, Alister grew up on a silver spoon. His computer equipment was all purchased thanks to a generous allowance from his parents to apparently keep him happy. All the money in the world wouldn't fix the fact that he was raised by a nanny and the only time he saw his parents together was whenever they were bitterly arguing about something. The money bought him nice suits and financed a nice car. He decided to walk to the lake, however. It wasn't more than a mile after all. Any more messages would be forwarded to his phone, where the IP would be nearly impossible to trace by an novice, and quite impossible from the computers at the school.

Alister walked with slight favor to his left leg, a barely noticeable limp. He was of average height and had a compact medium sized build. He could have easily been a Jock if it weren't for the skill set he possessed. Instead, he was a business man. He worked a suit and tie to school, and carried a briefcase every day. Most people thought it was hilarious, but the staff seemed to enjoy it, even respect it. He didn't have many friends. Less fortunate kids saw him as snobbish and unapproachable, and the other rich kids just saw him as another nerd. He had blue eyes and blond almost white hair that he worked slicked back close to his scalp at all times. He had sharp facial features,handsome, but not what teenager would consider cute. He had looks that older women liked, and teenage girls would grow to appreciate. After every other boy lost their boyish charms.

The sun was setting behind the line of trees behind the lake, painting a wavy sheet of orange on the water. Then, with a sudden extension of his arm he tossed the small laptop out into the water, sending it spinning like a flat rock. It skipped once, making the young man chuckle to himself, before catching an angle and sinking deep to the bottom of the lake.

Alister pulled out his Blackberry and checked for any new messages.
 
And?

The message flashed across her screen and she had to grin. The IP was different and she had the feeling the culprit felt rather full of himself or herself. It had been a vague message, but she had hoped for a little more begging. Oh, well. Beggars couldn't be choosers. She stretched out and yawned a moment, wanting to go home but needing to reply to this and hook up the messages to link to her phone. She had a new Nokia Surge, which was rather handy and good for a smart phone. It wasn't too big or too small and fit well in the pocket of her torn-up, acid washed jeans. Fingers flying across the keyboard as she changed the retrieval location to her phone, she sent a message back.

Tsk, tsk. Changing grades is a fraud. Which happens to be a felony, if I recall correctly. So if you don't want this information getting out, I expect you to meet me in the cafeteria during third period lunch. I will be outside under the giant maple tree. See you tomorrow.

P.S: You can't hide.

Hitting SEND once more, she shut down the computer and erased her activities outside of what she actually did for work. It wasn't like the staff would know about it anyways. Usually when the computers shut down, they erased anything that hadn't been saved with the admin password- so she was pretty much safe regardless. Playing with her tongue ring a moment, she contemplated who might be the culprit. She knew about everyone because of her job but she couldn't always put names to faces.

Shouldering her Cookie Monster messenger bag, Jesslyn flicked off the lights and excited the room, saying good bye to everyone who was still working. She trudged down the hallways until she came to her locker and spun the lock until it clicked open. She stuffed her books and notebooks inside and took out her purple and black plaid hoodie and zipped it on. It was a little chilly out today- at least for her.

She pulled the hood on loosely as she stepped outside and shuffled around for her pack of cigarettes. Pulling out a stick, she lit one up and took a soft drag, not caring that she was still on school grounds. She got yelled at all the time for it, but never really got into trouble- probably because she had good grades and worked for the principal. But the whys of it didn't really matter, right?

Checking her phone for stray text-messages, she smiled at the ones from her closest friends who went to a different high school. They were planning a get-together tonight at one of their places and she was invited to bring the movies. She knew just what to pick. Taking another drag, she started walking home- having decided to walk to school since it was such a gorgeous day out. It was a mile or so down the road but she didn't mind. Popping earbuds into her ears, she started to listen to some Bury Your Dead, humming along to the music as she walked and smoked.
 
Alister wasn't very spooked by the proceeding message. He'd already figured that the person would want something. What, exactly, he wasn't sure. He also wasn't afraid of the felony chargers. All evidence of his involvement was at the bottom of the lake, and if the closest IP address to him was three houses down, and belong to the Dawson family. However, he didn't know if this person could identify him or not. If they could, an investigation start, and he would be forced to destroy thousands of dollars worth of computer hardware. Destruction of evidence is a lot easier to deal with than some of the other crimes he would be charged with. So, he decided it would be better to meet with the person, see what they wanted, and give it to them if he could. Otherwise, his beloved rigs would meet a termite-driven end in the woods. You can't recover data from a slab of molten metal and plastic after all.

Second period was a free period for him, so he went out to the maple tree and leaned back against it, arms crossed over his chest, face stoic. He felt alright about the meeting place. The person he was meeting with wouldn't try anything in the middle of the courtyard with people around. If they did, they would be foolish, and blow any credibility they had. Alister turned his watch face toward him just as the bells for third period rang.
 
Jesslyn watched Alistair from a distance away, blending in with the other smokers who were a little ways off who didn't care if they got into trouble. It was lunch, so not many people bothered them while they were outside. He was a looker all right and she knew he had money from the way he dressed and held himself. A kid with too much money and a lot of free time. This really would be fun to mess with him for awhile. Jesslyn didn't really come from money- in fact, she was a foster kid and had been since she was seven. But the man who looked after her was as close to a parent as she had had in a long time. But of course, no one knew she was in a home. Excusing herself from the table, she headed over in the direction of the maple tree, acting casual about it as she smoked her cigarette and fixed her hood so it was more comfortable on her head. From the way she was walking, she knew he wouldn't notice her at first, which was what she planned on. Taking a deep drag, she leaned back against the tree and looked up at the leaves before speaking.

"Well, hello. Guess you decided to show after all, Mr. Computer Hacker."

She let the smoke out as she spoke and watched it float up towards the sky before disappearing. She knew she was getting some weird looks from being near one of the rich kids in school, but she didn't care. They could think whatever they wanted. As far as she was concerned, they could screw. Taking another drag, she tucked her hands into her sweatshirt pockets and looked around the tree to catch Alistair's eye with a grin that seemed more amused than calculating.
 
Alister didn't look to see her until the moment of brief eye contact, which he slowly looked away from. She was cute, even beautiful behind all of her alternative styles, that he would venture to say even enhanced her looks. He didn't belong to any established clique, so he saw everyone for who they were, without bias. However, he did have some bias against this girl. She posed a very real annoyance to him at the moment.

"If you want money, you can have it. Just name your price."

He spoke with as little emotion as he could muster. He spoke like a business man who was handling a deal he knew he would not profit from. Annoyed, but very much in control. In reality, his mind was racing with thoughts about what would happen to him if the information got out, and indeed what she wanted from him to make sure said information never did surface.

His blue eyes watched the people around them. There were plenty of people watching. That was good. Friends or acquaintances of hers. Other people who looked like the opposite. None of them were looking at him though. He wondered if anyone in this school knew him by name. She obviously didn't. The longer that stayed this way the better. Any novice investigator could open up a year book and identify him, but at the moment he was relishing in any anonymity that existed.

"So what will it be?" he asked, glancing over to her again. The sooner this meeting was over the better.
 
"Though money is a tempting offer, I'm not doing this for money."

She could see some of her moonstruck fans looking over at her with some confused look and she rolled her eyes. She wasn't their type regardless of what they thought. She got into trouble and didn't give a shit and it made them envious of her. It wasn't her fault there were so many stupid rules- one of which she was breaking now. Taking another drag, she looked up at the leaves- seeing their pretty colors since he had broken contact. Her hair was still curled and her eyes- like always- were rimmed with eyeliner that wasn't too much. She adjusted her hood at the side of her head before she continued speaking, closing her eyes a moment.

"I have something better in mind. You're going to wash my car. And then, we'll go from there."

She smirked lightly and finished off the last of her stick before taking a chocolate bar out of her pocket. Lindt Milk Chocolate- her favorite. She unwrapped part of it and broke off a row and nibbled on it with a soft sigh. It was so good. She would have offered him a piece, but this was her favorite. The smokey flavor of her cigarette mixed with the chocolate and tasted rather good as it melted slowly on her tongue. Jesslyn wondered what else she could make this boy do before he snapped at her. He seemed so uptight and locked down his emotions as if he was trying to prove something. If things worked out like she wanted, perhaps he would open up and not be so stiff.
 
Alister laughed slightly, uncrossed his arms and pulled at the knot of his tie slightly to make it a bit looser. ‘So you want to humiliate me? Make a rich kid do some work, huh? Just because I have money doesn’t mean I never worked for something. Whatever, when and where do you want me to do this?’

He wasn’t looking at her still, it was like was talking out to the people across the yard. He rather annoyed at this point, but it only served to make his tone even steelier. He didn’t want to push her. Washing her car was simple enough and mild compared to the unlimited number of things she could have requested of him. Alister looked to her and crossed his arms over his chest again, as if to say, Are we done here?
 
She laughed loud enough to make some kids look in her direction and she gave them a grin along with the middle finger. They flushed and went back to what they were doing while she carefully swallowed her chocolate and wiped fake tears from her eyes. She brushed some of her hair from her face as she looked at her watch. Lunch was almost over already? What a bummer.

"Oh, Alister. I would never humiliate you. I could have done that already in front of everyone here. I already have your number, so you'll be getting a text message from me when I feel like you should do what I ask."

Lighting up another cigarette, took a slow drag and stood next to him, hands in her pockets. She was close, very close and her hood kept her hair from swaying into his face. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and grinned, the stick burning as it rested between her lips. She was taunting him with knowledge that could very well ruin a lot of things for him. She wasn't stupid- far from it. And she hadn't had a fun game in a very long time.

"You should enjoy yourself, Al. I know I will."

Casting him a wink as she took another drag, she walked back to her friends and gathered her things, knowing the bell would ring soon. She finished half her cigarette before she put it out and back into her pack. Her friends questioned her but she just waved their questions away as she heard the bell ring and she headed to her fourth period class- wonderful English.
She grinned broadly
 
Alister was angry by now, his set jaw the only physical homage to this. First, he hated that she had this thing to hold over his head. He liked being in control, liked his world to be in perfect order, and this girl had thrown a wrench into the precise machine of his life. When she moved closer to him he could smell her cigarette, and her proximity made him uncomfortable, adding to his anger. He enjoyed his personal space, mainly because no one cared to or had ever really invaded it before, and even fought the very physical urge to push her back.

When she called him Al, he set his jaw even tighter. Damn, he hated that nick-name. Alister was an uncommon and respectable name. ‘Yeah, I’m sure that you will.’ He wanted to say more, wanted to tear her apart, but he pressed his lips together tightly and bit his tongue. It wouldn’t be a very tactful move by any means.

Whenever she left he uncrossed his arms and turned away from the tree, walking back into the school. He spent the rest of the day brooding about the situation. He was as angry at himself as he was at this girl, whatever her name was. He also made a note to find out her name. And anything and everything about her he possibly could, for that matter. He needed to know who he was dealing with and what she was capable of.

After school, he drove the short three miles home and went up to his room for some research. It wasn’t long before he had her name and address. Those were easy. He didn’t set out any retaliatory moves yet. That may come later, depending on how far she wanted to push the envelope with him, because he quite frankly had the resources to destroy her life. But he would wait, and play her game. And so, wait he did, after grabbing a shower and changing into a pair of jeans and a dark gray Fruit of the Loom tee, flipping his BlackBerry nervously in his hand.
 
Once she returned to classes, Jesslyn hardly thought about Alister. She was in AP classes and had to pay attention to keep herself ahead of everyone else and make sure she could get scholarships to college. She already had one in the bag that would pay for half her schooling, but she hoped that she would be able to impress the scholarship board enough to give her a full scholarship to the college of her choice. She didn't want to burden to Jared- her foster father. She may have been in the system, but she wasn't like some kids who had been put into it. She hadn't come from a good home- very far from a good home. She didn't want to think about those things now. When the final bell rang, she spoke with some of her teachers about her grades and schoolwork- reassured that she was well ahead of the other students and didn't have to worry about her grades. That was something to celebrate. She had walked to school again- much like yesterday- and walked home at her leisure since she wasn't needed in the school office. Back at home, finally, she dropped her stuff off in her room before meandering into the kitchen for something to eat.

"Jeeeeesse! Up!"

She felt a tug on her sweatshirt and laughed before scooping up a little four year old boy with wavy black hair and beautiful hazel eyes. He was an adorable little boy and had energy like nobody's business. But today, he wasn't as energetic since he was fighting off a cold. He sniffled as he cuddled her close and hid his face in her hair. She sighed and teasingly tugged on some of his hair.

"Hey, germ bomb. You better not get me sick, too. Where's Papa? Still working?"

"Uh, huh. Can you make me soup?"

"Chicken noodle soup sound good?"

"Yes, pwease!"

She grabbed a tissue and held it to his nose as he started to sneeze and cough. She told him to blow and he blew his nose as she held the tissue. She cleaned his nose off and tossed out the used tissue as she held him against one hip as she got the soup out to make him for lunch. It was difficult holding him and making herself and him something to eat, but she managed to get the ingredients for his lunch cooking while she made herself a sandwich and a small snack. She nibbled on her food and made sure he ate jello for his stomach and because it was delicious. She set him down at the table as she set down his soup and she her own plate of food. Max was Jared's actual son and Jesse had been there when he was born- so pink and new. She couldn't believe she had been living here for four years already.

"How's the soup, kiddo?"

"Nummy! Jesse makes the best soup."

She smiled at him as she ate her sandwich, watching him fish for the chicken and try to spoon away from the vegetables. She didn't really like cooked vegetables, either, so she couldn't really blame him. Once they were finished with the food, Max's energy started to flag and he was yawning alot. She sighed and picked him up again after cleaning everything up.

"Looks like it's naptime."

She murmured to herself as she rubbed his back and brought him upstairs to his room which was down the hall from hers and next to Jared's office. She put Max to bed before she bothered her old man. He was busy at work, hair askew while his office was neat as a pin. She always thought that was funny.

"Hey, Pops. I put Max down for a nap. That cold is still kicking his ass. He doesn't have a fever though, but I hope it's not an infection."

Jared swiveled about in his chair and adjusted his glasses while he looked at his daughter- she had blossomed and grown up so quick, going from a stoic and distant young teenager into an interactive and happy woman. He was glad that he had been able to help- though his ex-wife had been cause for some relapses. As her phone went off, she ignored it to talk with him.

"How was your day?"

"It was good. Got off tomorrow, too since it's friday and the principal doesn't need my help until monday."

They chatted it up some more while she caught him up on things at school since he was always so busy before she went to her own room and looked at her phone as she booted up her computer. Should she annoy him today or wait until he was in class? She vouched for the latter with a grin.
 
Alister’s father came home at eleven that night, which was actually somewhat early. The man commuted an hour and a half, and typically stayed at work all day, and most of the night. Alister only saw him late at night, if he was home and awake.

Alister heard a soft rap at his door and quickly closed out of a few windows on his computer. His father wouldn’t recognize anything on his computer, but just in case he made sure the man never saw anything incriminating. ‘Yeah?’ he asked, turning in his chair to watch his father push open his door and step through. John Drake looked like any other business man. It was almost comical. Alister sometimes wondered if his father was the man who coined the look. Middle-aged, salt and peper hair, always short and always parted to one side. Medium build, suit and tie. Their features were similar, but John was slightly overweight, and it showed in his aged face.


John leaned against the door frame, one hand on the knob. He obviously wasn’t staying long. ‘How was school?’ he asked, his voice clean and pleasant. Alister knew it was the same tone he used with his employees. He may have well asked, ‘How’s last quarter’s report coming?”


‘Fine.’
‘Good.’
‘Mom home?’ Alister knew the answer.
‘No, she’s staying at the office. She has an early flight tomorrow so she’s just spending the night.’
Alister only nodded.
‘Goodnight, son.’
‘Goodnight.’

The door closed, and the light from the hallway shrank into nothingness. It was a cookie cutter conversation. Nearly every night was the same, only there were different reasons why his mother wasn’t home. Alister saw her less than his father.

He gave up on Jess texting him, and plugged his phone into the charger dock on his night stand and undressed.

At school the next day, he found himself looking over his shoulder a lot, waiting for her to be there, invading his personal space again. Luckily he didn’t have any classes with her, and during his free period he sat alone in the Tech Lab, resting in front of the computer screen as it rapidly folded random molecules.
 
During her free period, Jesslyn decided to text Alister. She contemplated what to put until she decided skipping would be interesting. She skipped when she knew she was caught up and if she got into trouble? She had straight A's and did all her work. They could give her detention but it wouldn't really matter since she could get out of it since the detention teacher always marked her time there so she could leave and go about her day. It was a little funny- probably because she wasn't actually a bad kid. She just liked to mess with people to get them to loosen up and live a little. Taking out her phone as she leaned back against the building and smoked, she hummed as she typed out her text message.

Come outside and go around to the left side of the building. Take your stuff with you.

Hitting SEND she saw her message was delivered before she pocketed her phone and took a drag from her cigarette. She let the smoke out slowly as she waited, knowing she wouldn't have to wait long before he made his way outside. She planned a fun day today- even if he thought she was probably an annoyance that should be erased. Oh, well. She would make him do whatever she wanted and that was that. He didn't have much of a choice- besides, he needed to live a little.
 
It didn't take him very long, as reluctant as he was. Soon, she would see him come around the side of the building, his suit jacket off and draped over his suitcase. It was a warm day, and he didn't want his jacket to get ruined, after all.

He stared at her while he approached. The way she stood there, smoking her cigarette, he would have found her attractive like that, had he not been so damn pissed at her. Although, maybe a part of him was still attracted to her. He set his briefcase down and stood in front of her. His shirt was an expensive, perfectly fitted garment that hugged his long, tapered torso quite well, and his pants were just as complimenting. He wasn't buff, but he was exceptionally fit and athletic for a computer nerd. He didn't like living up to stereotypes, after all.

“Okay,” was all he said, standing there, waiting for her to start ordering him around or whatever. He'd already swallowed his pride with this, it was time to get down to business.
 
"Look at you. For a minute, I wasn't sure if you would show."

She look a slow drag and looked him overly slowly on purpose. She liked how he looked, though she would have liked him to dress more casual instead of so formal. It made him seem too hardened and unapproachable- like he didn't know what fun was and he'd been shoved into a mold he shouldn't have been made to fit. She knew he was pissed at her, but she didn't care. He shouldn't have been doing what he was doing and they wouldn't have been in this particular situation. But she couldn't complain- at least he was attractive and smart enough to go toe-to-toe with her. She knew he was smart and rich- but it didn't matter so much that he came from money. All she could do was shrug and wonder if it made him happy.

"We're going to the beach for the rest of the day, and I'm driving."

She grinned as she put out her cigarette, letting out a last stream of smoke as she tucked her hands into her pockets and walked past him. She knew he would protest and she couldn't wait to hear his wonderful arguments. She had driven her car today for just such a thing and jangled her keys around in her pocket. She had a 1969 Chevy Camaro that had taken her about three years to restore to beauty. The black and white paint job shone in the sunlight as she looked in that direction with a sigh of delight.
 
“What happened to washing your car?” he asked, one of his eyebrows arched slightly. He walked behind her on her way to her car. It was a nice car, for sure. A beautiful classic she obviously spent a great deal of time on. His mouth opened, and he was about to compliment her, but he swallowed the words. Fuck that! This girl is blackmailing you and you want to compliment her? He scolded himself, but he spent some time admiring the vehicle. It didn’t matter who or what you were, everyone likes to see a nice car. Something ingrained into our psyche. Like how two hundred years in the past, everyone liked to admire a nice horse.

“I’m not exactly dressed for the beach, you know?” he commented. He could already feel himself getting damp, and he’d only been out in the sun for a few minutes. When they were in her car he opened his suitcase and took out a pair of sunglasses before setting the case on the floorboard. They were sleek expensive sunglasses, which have lasted him quite a long time. He only spent money on things that would last. Otherwise you were just throwing your money around to be a tool. They fit his face perfectly.

“What are you going to do there?” he asked, turning to face her, the dark polarized lenses of his glasses reflecting her own image.
 
"You can wash it later. Today is for the beach."

She ran her fingers over the smooth finish, careful with her touches as if stroking the arm of a lover. She loved her car and still couldn't believe how much like shit it had looked like three years ago. But the wait and the sweat, and the jobs she had worked to make this car beautiful had been totally worth it. She slipped off her sweatshirt and tossed it into the back seat, revealing her black and red striped wife-beater with a grinning Cheshire Cat on the front. Her hair was curled again today and flowed down just above the small of her back. Her jeans fit her slender but curvy lower half. She had a sleek but pronounced hourglass shape underneath her hoodie, which she always seem to wear. Her combat boots tapped the floorboard as she settled inside her car and closed the door, pushing some of her hair from her face as she started up the engine. It roared to life and she practically moaned at the sound. It was always a treat to drive her baby.

"I'm not dressed for the beach either, but the breeze and water will be cool. We can dip our feet in."

She gave him a grin as she heard his door shut and looked at his face, seeing his sunglasses. She popped her own on- nothing fancy- just 10 dollar shades that looked great on her face and made her look mischievous. They were a little beat up around the edges, but they had survived since she bought the car. She buckled on her seat belt, watched him do the same with a raised brow, before turning on her music- which blasted some Bullet For My Valentine- the newer stuff. She mouthed the words as she put the car in gear and backed out of the space before switching into first to glide out of the parking lot. No one stopped them as she switched gears and booked it towards the beach.
 
He didn’t talk while they were driving. For one she had her music on. Not loud enough to block out his voice, but enough for no conversation to be bearable. He wasn’t ready for small talk yet. It was very clear that he was ready for all of this to be over and done. As they drove he turned to look at her. She wasn’t a small girl, but she was feminine, and had a great figure. Seeing her behind the wheel of everything that was the Camaro was admittedly hot. He took his eyes off of her after a while and watched the road. One hand was on the window seal and the other was on the center console, fingers tapping against the leather to the rhythm of the music. Window down, the wind thrashed his carefully parted hair, turning it into a mess of feathery spikes. It was a good look for him, actually. Took the edge off of the razor that was his appearance.

For a moment, he found himself enjoying the ride. It has been so long since that last time he rode in the passenger seat of a car. He was so use to driving himself everywhere, alone. He liked the vibration of the engine and the sound of the music and the wind, and the warm air on his face. The moment was short, however, and he brought his hands together on his lap and sat straighter in his seat, the serene look on his face once again turning hard and stoic.
 
"Don't close up now, darling. I could see how much you were enjoying yourself. Loosen up, it's not like I'm gonna execute you."

She winked at him as she pulled to a stop at a traffic light. She grabbed a pack of cigarettes out of the glove box along with a black zippo with a rainbow on it. Lighting up, she took a slow drag before she put the pack back into the glove box and tucked the lighter away. The light turned green and she took off down the long road again. It took another twenty minutes to get to the right spot on the beach and avoid the cops. She didn't want to be 'reported' for skipping school. And besides, she drove around enough to figure out where all the cops hung out. Finding a place to park, she put it the car in neutral, pulled up the emergency brake and killed the engine. Opening the door, she pulled out another cigarette and lit it up before brushing her hair out of her face and locking her car once he was outside of it.

She motioned for him to follow her as she took the steps down to the beach and took off her socks and shoes. Holding them in one hand, she held her cigarette in the other as she let out a random "woooo!" and started running towards the shore. She screamed when her feet hit the water because it was so cold and laughed while complaining.

"Damn, it's fucking cold! My toes!"

She laughed and took a drag before putting out her cigarette to save the rest for later. She had rolled up her pant legs to delve deeper into the water and shivered, though the air was rather warm and kept her from freezing.
 
Alister stepped out of the car after her, locking the door behind him. He watched her move out into the water and grinned slightly when she cried out about the water being so cold. “So what makes you think I’ll go in?” he asked, and huffed, looking down at his shoes. After untying the laces and slipping them off, then he pulled of his black socks and tucked them in.

He stepped out onto the sand and stood there, rolling his pants up to his knees and walking over to the water. The warm sand felt nice between his toes and on the arches of his feet. He let the surf come up to his feet and get them wet before stepping out into the water, “Yeah, it is a bit cold, huh?” he asked, and suddenly kicked his right foot out, sending a blade of freezing water droplets right for her. A grin slipped to his lips for a short moment. He either did it out of playfulness or malice. Either way he seemed pleased with himself.
 
"GAH! WATER ATTACK!"

She shrieked and booked it, only getting a little wet before laughing hysterically. This is how she knew he was going to be coming into the water. To play. Or whatever he thought he was currently doing. She didn't care if he splashed her out of amusement or malice. It was fun regardless. At least for her it was. She kicked water back at him in a mock attempt at retaliation before she stood with her arms spread wide and just soaked up the wind and the sun. She was pale and didn't stay outside very often or for very long, but she did love the beach and all it had to offer.

"This totally beats being in a stuffy classroom."

She said, closing her eyes with a smile plastered on her face. She could stay like this for a long time, even if her toes wrinkled up and became all pruny. She didn't really care. This was fun.
 
Alister stepped back , away from the spray of water, but not soon enough, as a some of the water still dots his shirt and pants with dark spots. He didn’t care, it was all the same to him.

“Yeah, I suppose it is.” He said, putting his hands into the pockets of his pants as he looked out over the calm waters of the ocean for a moment before looking over to her. The sun brought out the different hues that made up the color of her hair, and it made her pale skin radiant. A small wave came in and as it thrashed against the near-by rocks he used the sound to sneak behind her. She wanted to have fun right? He would suddenly reach around her, simultaneously pulling her back while his calf moved against the back of her knee, with the hopes of making her fall back into the shallow water. His force was just enough to get the job done, and he let gravity take her down if she were to fall. He didn’t want to hurt her, just get her wet. If her body splashed down into the water and sand, he would laugh, and try to dark away before she could take him down with her. When he laughed his lips curled into a wide smile, showing his teeth, and the sound of it was deep, but soft.
 
"Shit!"

She gasped, having felt him move towards her but hadn't expected the sneak attack. She flailed her arms about but she was doomed. She hit the water with a small splash, getting her jeans and the back of her shirt totally soaked. She had some clothes in the car, but not underwear. But she couldn't be mad when she heard him laugh and she looked up at him with a devil's glare before she got up to chase after him, covered in a little bit of sand as well.

"I'm gonna get you!"

She was pretty light on her feet, and she planned on dragging him down into the surf with her. She just hoped he didn't get away from her. And if she did catch him, she would jump at him and pull him down into the water while laughing. If not, she would chase him until she did.
 
Alister was pretty quick himself; in fact, he pulled away from her quite nicely, his bare feet digging into the wet sand. Alas, whenever he looked back to see her, he wasn’t looking where he was going and tripped over a small piece of drift wood.
“Ah, fuck!” he exclaimed from the stubbed toe, and the realization that he was a goner. He fell onto his chest into the surf as it came in, and practically skidded across the water for a moment before he broke surface tension and dug into the sand below. The impact had knocked his glasses from his head and dug them into the sand as well. He turned over onto his back just in time to see her bearing down on him.
“Agh!” he cried as came down onto him. He was smiling, and laughing, and with his eyes uncovered the sun caught the green hues and made them shine like emeralds.

“I think I broke my toe!” he said, laughing and groaning at the same time.
 
"That was a killer landing. And trip."

She laughed loudly, practically laying on top of him before she raised up on her arms, totally soaked from falling on top of him into the surf. Ah hell, but it was fun. She saw the way his eyes brightened in the sun and she found herself staring a little before she got to her senses and reached for his shades before they were stolen by the surf. She put them on her head after rinsing them off since the ends of her hair were now wet and starting to unravel from their curls.

"Let me check if you broke it, you big baby."

She winked at him and moved to check his foot and examined his toes. His toe was bleeding a little from a little piece of wood stuck in it and she pulled it out without warning. However, it was not broken- just a little but abused. She grinned at him before she pounced on him again and got them even more wet.
 
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