His White Shadow

C. 1 The Call

So that is how Justin and I became friends, well we're acquaintances I guess. Getting on the bus is a pain, seeing as I had practically fight Juston for it, I have no shame in beating a baseball player. Sadly, he gets off at my stop.

"So, Dylan, I was thinking maybe we could y'know get together at my place later to-" he starts but I cut him off.

"No." I say flatly.

"Oh, you want to meet at your's?"

"No-" but he cuts me off this time.

"Oh you mean not today, I'm free tomorrow or any-" And at this point, I've grown sick of him trying to get me into his bed.

"No, I'm not some slut looking for a fuck-buddy, do you get it now?" Well, that shut him up.

The rest of the walk is silent, only my right foot occasionally sliding against the pavement is the break of the silence. Until my phone is buzzing again with another call from an unknown number, mom. "Veronica, I can't-" I begin, I've been calling my mother by her name ever since she ditched me. I feel like a bitch for saying that, but leaving your kid like that affects them. "This isn't your mother, I need another favor, y'think you can help considering the pay and it'll help keep an 'accident' from happening to your mother." The voice is cold but I would know it anywhere and I see Justin forgot about me and is turning a corner, leaving me.

"Okay." I say calmly, getting to the apartment, I turn up the heat and place the phone on speaker, "So, what do you want Connor?" I say, knowing it would be my father. He left my mom and I when I was turning eight, my former lucky number, but one bright day in eighth grade he contacted me for some illegal help because well, I've always had ninja skills. And, I did it after declining for practically two weeks. And he's been occasionally asking, more like black-mailing, for some more of my 'help' and in turn I get moolah and he doesn't hurt my mother.

Connor's sigh breaks me from memory-lane, "How many times have I told you not to call me that?" "How many times have I told you not to contact me?" I respond. After a few seconds he continues, "Anyway, I need a flashdrive, from a certain Mr. Cardollo and he'll be at a certain club tonight so forget your plans, shave your legs, and pleasure the flashdrive out of him." I hate shaving my legs, it's not like I need to show any skin at school and besides it's freezing outside.

"Wow, you must really want your daughter to become a hooker." another voice adds in the background, causing a laugh from both of us. "But as I said," Connor composed himself, "Be at Cranked by 10:15 tonight and get the flashdrive, leave it under your mat when you go to school and when you return your payment will be there." We had a brief good-bye, then I went to my closet to grab a dress that showed a lot of skin, I call it my stripper dress, then I went to the bathroom to shave my damn legs, the things I do for this man, sheesh.

The guard checks out my hard earned ass (squats are a real pain) while I bend over to pick up my fake ID that claims I'm some Chelsea Whithers. (I actually didn't mean to drop it.) His nod is my cue to enter the builing, "Cranked, well surely Cranks from the Maze Runner would fit in here," I think, watching as soon people are grinding, some are dragging a body, some are fighting, and some are in a corner trying to hook-up.

I recognize Mr. Cardollo while acting drunk and accidentally stumble over his foot, his arm swings me around to face him, after catching me. "Sorry -hiccup- I'm a little clumsy, geeze you're hot." I say trying to avoid smacking him silly for holding my back. But no lie, he's gorgeous and young too, why is it that all the hot guys have to be bad, whyyyy? "Do you wanna go to the back where I can hear you?" but I know he means, "Do you wanna go to the back where I can bang you?" I giggle as he holds my hand, leading me to a room lit with a few candles and you can't hear all the music, probably sound proof.

The minute he sits on the bed, I practically jump on his lap and before he can get his -may I just say very kissable- lips on mine, I shimmie behind him and hold him in a head-lock, then grab a choloform rag -I had stuffed it into my bag earlier- and press it against his mouth, well try, he thrashes around and turns, he grabs a wine glass and it breaks then cuts my arm. "Okay, now I'm pissed." I practically yell at him as I do my best not to strangle him in his last few seconds of consciousness. Then I check his pockets, because if Connor wanted me to get it, it's bound to be important, so Mr. Babe here must keep it on him to make sure it's safe.

Sure enough, it's in a pocket deep in his shirt. I remove his clothes (I didn't peek!) and cover him with some of a blanket before messing up his perfect hair and wrinkling his clothes to show him a pretty amazing one-night stand. To be kind, I leave a post-it that read, "You sleep like a baby. xoxo White Shadow," then I added a heart to annoy him.

"White Shadow" is a nickname Connor gave me, because of my race and I'm swift and sneaky like a shadow. It's pretty cool, I for one like it. But I leave the club after shooting a wink to each of his guards. God, he'll be so pissed when he wakes up. And my arm is hurting like a bitch. The feels.

Merrick Cardollo's P.O.V.

My head hurts as I shoot up, something doesn't feel right. I glance around, clothes on the floor: check, bed: check, condom wrapper: check, hot chick: empty space. I get on my clothes and feel my pockets, ahhhh shit the flash-drive is gone. Fuck! Shit! While searching the floor I see a note, "You sleep like a baby. xoxo White Shadow." and she drew a heart. Fuck! No! White Shadow is supposed to be some 30 year old geek, not a babe, god dammit, fuck! How could I be so stupid? I hate that fucking heart.

I call John, "John, the flashdrive is gone." he only says, "Who took it?" I swallow and say, "White Shadow. But she's some chick, like I never would've guessed that White Shadow could be so hot." He sighs, "Okay, once you're done going all googly eyes over some chick call up the kid, you know who I'm talking about. This is a little bit more serious than we thought if White Shadow was sent." We exchange good-byes and I call up "The Kid" he's a teen who is great with getting information and I use his help every now and then, when White Shadow shows up normally.

He shows up and smiles sitting down and saying, "She took your precious flashdrive, didn't she?" I explain to him what happened and he laughs, "Ahhhhh, that was a great story, but I have my own requirements, so how about you give me the file if I find White Shadow?" I tense up, knowning how desperately he wants that file, maybe I can just scare him into doing it for free, I grab his neck and shove him against the wall, "Or you do it to save your life." I say calmly, he ends switching our rolls and says, "I won't do it unless I get the file afterwards, hell I'll even give you White Shadow and you'll be able to do whatever you want with her, how's that for the file?" I nod and he leaves without another word.

Once back at my office, I get the file and look at it. I read it to myself, "Justin Shollen, found dying a cabin, parents not found." "Justin Shollen, adopted by the Polk family, just as they become billionaires." This poor kid, why the fuck did I even agree to give him the file? I slam the safe door shut, well it doesn't shut but I slam it anyway. He doesn't know what he's getting himself into.

End of Chapter One

A/N

Okay, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE so that's the first chapter. Yeah that's pretty much what the story is about so far, But I'm excited to even see how it turns out like I'm just throwing in ideas that I've come up with at like 3AM. Sue me, I'm fabulousssssss. PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE comment, VOTE, and like share I guess that's a thing, share it with your friends, please? Thanks! And the photo is to show that Thomas Brodie-Sangster is Justin in this, just in case you don't know him by his name, he's Newt in The Maze Runner and Peter Pan.

I just got an idea! Aha, okay I'm doing this idea, and if anyone figures out it'll make my day. Eeeee okay I'm happy now, the idea is a surprise, kind of.

Sealeons out!