The Bad Boy and The Hacker

Keyword: HOPE.

Place: School hallway

Time: 07 40, Monday 12 January 2013

Objective: Surviving first day back to school.

I was walking down the hall to class. It was the first day of school after two long months away from the snowy hell. Every students had been sent back home for the holidays but now we were back for another long year. It was still early but the corridors and classes were packed with students. Nerds have been coming to school early for years. It is a norm transmitted from one generation to the other. Actually the truth is that years back a student came late to school and he had to face the wrath of Mrs. Kushiram. He was alone in the lobby facing the angry headmistress. Let's just say that he suddenly disappeared and we haven't heard from him since. I hacked the school records when I first heard of that but there was no information about the boy. He simply disappeared into thin air, leaving no trace of his existence in this school. It may sound eccentric and not realistic but it is the plain truth.

Also, let me clear something, if you think that nerds consist only of those who wear geeky glasses and baggy clothes, you are totally and utterly mistaken. As the saying clearly states, don't judge a book by its cover. It may sound weird but there are snobs, playboys, playgirls, bad boys and 'normal' kids in Techna High. So, like in all high schools we do not lack drama, however there is a high level of solidarity in the school. So, basically we are all said to be equal except on the social ladder. A big majority don't act as per their status, they are simply who they are.

In my case, I am one of the 'invisibles', those who can blend in crowds without being noticed. I am a loner and this works in my advantage. I rarely get in contact with other students except when I am addressed to.

Suddenly, something on the notice board caught my attention. It was neon colored poster. It was taking half of the space on the board (Pretty hard to miss if you ask me.). As I approached the neon paper, I saw the word 'hacker' written in bold. That could be interesting I thought with a hint of sarcasm.

Hide all you can

BLUESPIDER

I will find you, no matter what!

Those who want to unclose

The identity of that person

Can join the newly founded club

REVEAL THE HACKER!

P.S: For further info, contact on the 554 05516

Thank you.

I chuckled at it. 'Who the hell is that stupid to post that?' I asked out loud mostly to myself.

'I did', a rough deep male voice replied.

I stiffened. I slowly turned around to meet the most beautiful dark chocolate brown eyes of my existence. I took in the appearance of that individual. He was breathtaking, I mean it literally. I think I stopped breathing for a whole minute. He had light brown hair spiked to perfection and a god like figure. His shirt left no idea to the imagination. He had abs, a freaking six pack to be precise. Where is the chocolate when I need it! No, no, no my dear friends. Please do get your mind out of the gutter. Chocolate is merely for my own consumption when I am overwhelmed or nervous.

'See anything you like?' the boy asked with a smirk (a sexy one too...oh god I feel like one of those hormonal teenagers, get a grip of yourself dear!).

'Definitely' I replied steadily.

His smirk faltered a bit, he was taken aback by my boldness and burst of confidence (Score one to the code cracker, hehe.).