Revenge

'Tis the techy

"You must be joe!"

My eyes snapped from the game to a girl with long curly brown hair. She displayed a playful smile as she examined with her brows raised.

"'Tis the techy." 'I' introduced, putting the plastic rifle back into its holster and walking over to join her and Elliot. "What is this place?"

"This. Is fsociety." Darlene gave a proud grin as she planned out her hands across the arcade. "A hacking group that is going revolutionize the economy. And I'm Darlene."

"Ah." 'I' responded.

Totally a hacking group. Looks more like a group of misfit stoners that gather in an abandoned building, smoke some shit and complain about their parents not loving them or something.

Which, strangely, made me feel fit in.

The chick looked at Elliot with what seemed like a offended expression. Did 'I' offend her? My tone is known for sounding sarcastic almost always, but 'I' never really thought about that.

"She's here." Elliot said, staring at no one in particular.

"Well, it was your idea." The girl told him.

Scanning the room once again, 'I' examined the other people who'd paused from timing momentarily to stare me down. These people consisted of a tall African American man, a somewhat chubby man with a beard, and a skinny woman with a head dress wrapped around her neck and head. 'I' gave a small wave - being as friend as possible - but that hadn't seemed to do the trick. They all stared at me like 'I' was some sort of alien that had just crash landed in the back yard.

Well. 'I' do look completely out of place.

So lost in thought, I'd forgotten about Elliot and Darlene. It wasn't entirely surprising that the subject of their conversation was me. But the idea of people talking about me still didn't sit right in my stomach. 'I' started to get itchy, sick of waiting.

"Okay, dude." Stepping back over to Elliot. "You brought me here because of this? What's this got to do with Jason...or me?"

Elliot didn't respond, but Darlene stepped in. "Lemme put this simple. We hacked Jason."

My brows shot up. "What?"

"Hacked. As in broke into his server?"

Was this really supposed to be something 'I' actually care about? They are aware Jason is nothing more than just a drug dealer to me. Correct? Whatever else he does in his free time is none of my fucking business.

"Okay? What's this got to do with me?"

"Well, nothing in particular, we just you'd like to know that your boyfriend is wanted for rape."

That made me double take. Rape? Jason a rapist? Please! He made be a highkey drug user but he is most certainly not a rapist. This had to be some bullshit. This had to be a joke.

My silence made Darlene muse. "Bet that's some news, eh?"

'I' stared at her for a solid 10 seconds.

"Rape?" Was all 'I' managed to get out. "How do you know for sure.

Darlene's smile only grew as she realized that she hit my weak spot. "A little thing Internet, baby. Do you not look up people before you fuck them?"

Yeesh. Bitch.

"For your information, I'm not one to just sleep with anyone. And there's just no way Jason—"

Darlene cut me off quickly. "It's true, sugar tits." She took a challenging step in front of Elliot, crossing her slender arms.

If it wasn't for her allegations of Jason being a rapist, I'd consider dating this chick. She's pretty and confident. 'I' love that in a woman - or a man.

"Well, you don't understand, hotness." 'I' snapped back, crossing my own arms. " 'I' know Jason. And he may be a drug addict, but he isn't a rapper."

"How do you know for sure?" Darlene retorts. And 'I' stall, because she's right. 'I' don't know for sure.

" 'I' just do."

"Mkay."