Influence (GirlXGirl)

Chapter 28: The Start

"I think this is the place," I muttered to myself.

I contacted Madison, and we made ourselves a date at a library, of course. She wants our meetings to be a secret, not to attract attention from anyone. It'd be weird to know Cathleen Everest, who's always playing with the boys getting high at the fraternity house, hanging out with an emo nerd Madison.

Also, I'm meeting her alone, I've tried to take Stephanie with me, but she was still offended that Joanne had to take her name in our problems. That's normal. I would be mad too if somebody fought because of me, although I had nothing to do with them.

And you know how weird this girl is? Instead of giving me the name of a place, she gave me a coordinate.

Madison: Come to this coordinate

43,6xxxx° N, 116,2xxxx° W 📍

Madison: Good luck

Cath: What am I a psychic? How am I supposed to find you just by a coordinate?

Madison: even a psychic can't find anyone just by a coordinate. Maybe if you stop ranting and start moving, there are Google Maps for a reason.

And by the help of Google Maps, the coordinates lead me to the corner of the Library, and I found her sitting on the window seat. She's busy with her laptop, and her headphones cover her ears. Should I call her? or tap her shoulders? She looked like she wouldn't like to be bothered.

Her face radiance from the sunlight, but her appearance screams darkness at me. She doesn't look bad. I mean, she has dark hair, glasses like the other nerds, and all-black clothes. She does look cute, but if you compared to Joanne. Of course, Joanne would win.

Enough of my thoughts. I need to get this done.

"Hello?" I called her but continued typing on her laptop. What is she even doing anyway? I tapped her shoulders.

She took off her headphone and turned her attention to me, "Can I help you?"

"Hi, I'm Cathleen. I was supposed to-"

"Dude, I know who you are. I'm just going straight to the point. What can I help you with?"

"Oh right," I cough awkwardly, "I need your help to track a person."

"Who is it? Why do you want to track them down?" she closed her laptop and leaned forward to me, "what are you scheming, Cathleen from Mechanicals Engineering?"

I leaned backward because it was starting to get weird, "Uhm, do I need to answer any of that?"

She laughed and put her stuff out of the way, "I'm just fucking with you, sit here. Let's talk business."

She patted infront of her, and I sat on the edge of the window. The window was huge, and the gap of the window was big enough for us to sit. I figure out why Madison is doing her work here. I had to admit. It's one hell of a view.

"So, you need my help to track someone?" She asked, and I nodded, "I guess I can do that. But, let me remind. I won't ask for details and keep my name out of this."

"Thank you. Yes, I need to track someone. Let's say, for the sake of students of Trinity College existence," I explained, "I was thinking, can you track someone just by pressing the answer button of a call?"

She leans on the wall behind her, "That one is a challenge. I've made a code about it, but sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. It's a 50/50 chance."

I pursed my lips, "I'll take that 50/50."

"What's in it for me?" she asked, crossing her arm in front of her chest.