Anonymous Hacks Love

Chapter 7

     I roll over on my bed and go to Twitter. There is a post, more information about anonymous released. I read it out loud to myself,
"Anonymous leaked the address, phone number, and social security number of a group of pedophiles... Dangerous men who have been blackmailing underaged girl for nudes. Anonymous continues to fight for justice..."
I stare at the screen with my eyes wide, there's no way. I take a screenshot of the tweet and text Sam.
Rose: "I need to ask you something."
There is no way, it has to be some sort of coincidence.
Sam: "Sure, come to my party tonight. I'll pick you up."
Rose: "Don't worry, I'll see if Abby can drive me."
Sam: "Make sure she dresses up, it's formal attire ;)"
I text Rose, she is excited and agrees right away. She loves parties, but I feel like she just wants to meet Sam. Rose seems very skeptical of him. She usually is with any guys I befriend though...
As I am getting ready I hear someone pull into my driveway, it can't be Rose, there's still an hour before we have to go. I peak my head out the window, it's an all black car. I walk out and a tall thin man in a suit steps out of the car. Before I can even ask the strange man what he is doing here he hands me a elegantly put together box. You can hear his old age through his voice,
"Master said to wear this to the function tonight Miss Oakford."
I reluctantly take the nicely packed package and thank the man for dropping it off. I stand and watch him drive over the hill and out of sight. I don't wait a second to open the box once I get inside. Inside there's a genuine silk dress that's a blood red. He wants me to wear this? The back is open with frail silk strings lacing down the back forming an elegant bow. How much was this? It looks like it's more than my rent.
The dress hugs tightly around the curve of my waist, letting go slightly at my hips. It shows way more skin than I usually do, but it would be rude to not wear it, right? I never asked for Sam to buy me this dress, I don't understand him...
         I hear an obnoxious honk outside, it's already time? I throw my phone in my delicate purse that pairs well with the dress as I run to Abbys tiny blue car she sticks her head out of the window, her jaw nearly to the floor.
"I barely recognize you! That dress, where did you get it from, it's breath taking!"
I nervously scratch the back of my head and lie,
"Oh... Um I found it in my moms closet."
As I get into the front seat Abby eyes me down, reminding me of Sam in a way. Abby has a tight blush pink dress on that settles half way up her thigh. I am grateful that Abby has her license, I couldn't afford to take drivers ed last year so even though I'm sixteen I don't have my license yet... Unlike the rest of my class. I think that Sam is a year above me though, truthfully I don't know much about him. I just always thought he was a rich brat that went to the private school, that only cared about sex and money. I was definitely wrong about him though.
We arrive at Sams house, I don't know what I expected it to look like, but it looks like a palace. Brass gates were open to a waterfall, cars parked all around the sides. Tons of people walked up his dramatic stairs to his even more dramatically rich house. Abbys and my eyes open wide, taking everything in. As she found a spot to park I turn my head around in awe. The sun was setting by the time we found an open spot, it was far from the doors to the lavish mansion ahead of us. Inside the house was somehow even more luxurious, the room filled with chatter and music. Some heads turned to me and Abby as we walked in, I put my head down shyly. I feel so exposed in this damn dress.
Everyone had a drink in their hand, I couldn't tell if this was a high school party or a prestige event. The music, loud chatter, alcohol, and reckless behavior of young guest suggest the first. Rich kids are the weirdest...
Some hours pass, Abby has another drink in her hand. I can't seem to find Sam. I didn't want to text him and distract him from his party though, but I really need to talk to him. I look over at Abby as she takes another drink,
"Slow down Abby, you never drink. What's with you?"
I whisper. Abby laughs,
"Don't be such a prude, you should try some. It taste so good!"
I deny her offer, I'm too much of a light weight. Abby knows I don't like to drink. She pokes at me,
"Why do you look so annoyed?"
"I am trying to find Sam."
Abby looks angry for a second. She then proceeds to put out her hand to the group of people we were chatting to,
"Go look for him if you want, I'm gonna hang out with these guys."
I look at her then at the group of three girls who were already very tipsy. They all agree so I shrug,
"Just text me if you go anywhere, okay?"
Abby gives me a thumbs up as she takes a shot of some odd mixture. I wander up another floor, the lights are dimmed up here. There's a long hallway with some couples standing closely together. A man with raven hair leaning against the wall whistles to me,
"Hey cutie."
I ignore him and keep walking. Two girls giggle as they walk past me. I turn around and ask them,
"Um, hey. Do you know where Sam, the guy throwing this party, is by chance?"
The girls look at each other and give me slurred directions to where they saw him last. I twist my way around his mansion to an open space filled with people dancing. I squeeze my way through them, how am I ever going to find him in here? After asking a few people I am pointed to a a door down a long hall. I sigh, more walking. The hall is empty, muffled music from the dancing area sneaks down it, there are beautiful paintings all over the walls. I am drawn to them, I have a weakness for art. It has always been the one thing I can count on, the one thing I'm good at.
I slowly open one French door that leads to a bedroom that could probably fit my whole house in it. The room is simplistic, but refined. I walk into it cautiously, but I don't hear the door shutting behind me. I turn to see the same man with raven hair from before behind me. He shuts the door. I back up slightly,
"W-what are you doing?"
He smirks,
"I thought you looked lonely."
I stutter,
"N-no, I'm fine."
He takes a step closer. Just as he does glass doors to a balcony slide open, we both turn to it. Sam is standing in the frame, his eyebrows furrowed. He has dress pants with an untucked white button down. He glares at the raven haired boy making him apologizes and quickly leaves the room. I look down shyly,
"Sorry to intrude."
Sam smiles warmly,
"I knew the dress would look stunning on you. Come out to the balcony."
I blush slightly and walk over to him, the wind blows my hair as I lean over the railing. There is a full moon. Sam walks over and stands beside me,
"What did you want to talk about?"
I stand up straight, I completely forgot until now why I came here. I awkwardly fumble around my purse for my phone. Once I find it I hand my phone to Sam with the the tweet pulled up. He looks at it then back up to me, I hold eye contact with him, waiting for an explanation. When I don't get one I try to talk sternly,
"Those were the men with my pictures."
         Sam still doesn't answer, instead he turns back to the moon. I grab his shoulder and turn him back to me, he looks surprised with me. In turn he swiftly grabs my waist and spins me around, pressing my body against the railing. I gasp slightly and nervously hold onto the railing. I look into his hazel eyes as they glare down at me, I try to return the same energy, even though I'm sure my uncertainty is written all over my face. Sams breath is warm as he speaks in a low voice,
"What do you want me to say?"
         Sam leans his head closer to my neck, making me flint, letting a little gasp out. I whisper back,
"J-just tell me the truth. Are you part of anonymous?"