His Little French Badass

I'm Not Just a Stupid, Naive Little Girl | Ch. 3

"Honey, your going to have to go home. I'm closing up," The librarian says, holding her purse and a book in her arms as she waits by the door.

I quickly gather my belongings and follow her out the door, leaving her side to get some homework from my locker. Once I find it, I put away a few notebooks, and take out a large binder.

About 5 seconds after I shut my locker, all the lights flicker off. After realizing what just happened, I go to a nearby exit to make sure of my suspicions.

Locked.

I'm locked in the school.

I'm not scared at all, or nervous. In fact, I feel 100 percent content. Scotch free. I'm not really scared of anything, except one thing but you know what that is.

"Hurry the fuck up, man. We're gonna get caught," Says a very familiar voice. Oh, man, you just fucked up, brother.

I follow Jay and his little posse of black ski masks and leather jackets, and finally stop behind a corridor at the main office. He and his friends drop black bags full of something metal onto the ground. Once they zip them open, my eyes are greeted with stacks of spray paint cans.

I watch as they get to work, covering the large hallway wall with bright neon graffiti. I must've been watching them for an hour.

Hey, I get caught up.

Once their almost done, I start walking out into view. My footsteps are light and silent, not making a noise until I start clapping slowly.

"Oh, god," I chuckle. "What have you done?"

"What the hell?" One of them says, turning around.

"Grab her," Another one says.

"No," Jay's cold and stern voice comes from another black ski mask. He hold a hand up, waving them off. "It's cool, guys. Let me handle her."

He jumps off a ladder, landing smoothly on the ground. He walks toward me as his friends hesitantly get back to work on their masterpiece.

"What do we have here?" He asks. I can hear the smirk in his voice.

"We have a girl here who got locked in a school and found a little posse of bad boys vandalizing school property," I chuckle. "Nice job on that, by the way."

"So what are you gonna do?" He asks, trapping me against the wall with his arms firmly planted on either side of me. "Are you going to tell someone?"

I can hear the threatening tone in his voice, daring me to run and tell.

"Why the fuck would I do that?" I laugh. "That is nothing compared to what I did at my high school in Paris. I didn't get tattletaled for that, so why should you?"

He stares at me, trying to read me. He finds frustration when he realizes I'm telling the truth, but also... impressed...?

"So, little French girl here in the big city, huh?" He tilts his head, licking his lips. "You can't possibly survive here."

"Just because I have a cutesy little accent and long curly hair doesn't mean I'm a weak little bitch. You wouldn't know anything about me."

"I know your the daughter of Arianne and Martin Valentina, some of the wealthiest people in France. You got into a lot of trouble there, didn't you?"

I look him in the eye with a slight glare.

"I may not know much about you, but I do know you have a lot of connections. If it weren't for them, you wouldn't have had your information  erased and unable to trace. Your parents and file were all I could find of you, even with all of my connections."

"Oh, honey, I don't need connections to keep someone from accessing my information. I can do that just fine myself."

"And how exactly do you do that?" He asks, leaning in.

"I'm a hacker," I smirk. "A... very good one."

"So your telling me, that you accessed government files and erased your information, all by yourself?"

I scoff, "Piece of fucking cake."

"Guys," He calls out behind him. His little posse turns their heads towards us. "I think our little French girl can be of use."

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"And what's in it for me?"

"You don't get into big trouble with a powerful gang," Jay answers, shrugging.

"I think I could get you into even more trouble."

"Oh really?" He asks, leaning on his elbows and tilting his head in mock interest.

"Yeah, considering that I've been recording you, your friends, and our conversation since I got here." I hold up a recorder I had turned on the second I saw them. He reaches out quickly to grab it, but I'm quicker to stand up, holding it behind me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I shake my head, grinning.

"And what threats could you possibly make to me?"

"The threat of pushing this button," I point to a small red circle on the recorder. "Which will transfer the recordings to my friends laptop, who will expose you to whoever I wish. Yes, I carry a recorder around everywhere I go, don't ask, and I have everything planned out before I even know it will happen. Be careful with me, Mr. Gang Leader. I'm not just a stupid, naive little girl."

"Fine, 10 grand," He sighs.

"Your money doesn't mean anything to me."

"Listen, give me a reasonable price, and you'll hack into a couple of people's files and messages for us when needed, especially now," He says, becoming impatient.

"Okay," I smirk, knowing exactly my price.

"What's your price?" He asks, sighing.

"You," I poke his chest. "Have to go on a date with me."

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