Hacked~Part 2

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I responded saying hi back, and we've been talking back and forth for awhile now. Her name is Olivia, Liv shortened. She has the most beautiful hair, smile, everything. We've been extremely flirty within our texts, and I don't think I've ever fallen for someone quicker.

Today, I was surprised to see a text, asking if we could meet up. My heart skipped a beat, maybe it sped up. I couldn't think straight. Literally. I decided to agree.

Now, I'm bouncing on my tippie toes, anxiously waiting for her to arrive. My fears keep trying to take over my thoughts, but I push them down hoping for her arrival. I haven't ordered anything, hopelessly waiting for her to arrive.

I heard the door open. She strutted in like she owns the place, sliding her sunglasses to the top of her head. She was the most beautiful person in the world. Even though, she looked tired and had eye bags, she seemed bubbly just from her entrance.

It looked as if she had spotted me immediately. Her eyes widened and she smiled. She walked towards me. She looked badass, but innocent at the same time. There was something about her.

"Hey, y/n," when she said my name, I became even more nervous. We grabbed coffee, some food, but decided to walk around instead of sitting.

We went all throughout the town, talking. We grabbed some ice cream cones from a small cart. We sat down on the ledge of a fountain.

"Y/n," Liv got serious out of nowhere. "I have to admit to something." Her eyes narrowed and she took a deep breath. "Iwastheonewhohacked intoyourcomputerandIdoalotofhackingjobs," Liv sped-talk without taking a breath. She stared at the ground, looking ashamed. Taking another breath she said, "I also do a lot of work under the code name Anonymous."

My brain tried to process everything all at once. Somehow, I didn't entirely mind the hacking in general. Specifically her being one of the many Anonymouses. Why don't I mind it? This seems like something that would usually creep me out to the max, but I couldn't help feeling like it led me to someone I truly like.

"Oh no, I really messed up didn't I?" Liv covered her face in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, y/n." She hid her hands in her face, but I'm really bad at comforting people.

After a very long minute, I sighed. "It's okay. Honestly, I don't mind it." For some reason, I kind of like the idea of fast typing. My mind's wandering.

"Really?" Liv gave me a questioning look, scanning my face for any detection of a lie. She perked up, suddenly gaining all of her confidence back. "So.." she said.

"So," I sat there, tapping my pointer finger on my thigh.

"Wanna come back to my place?" Liv nudged my shoulder.

To be continued...

Authors Note:
I'm sorry for not posting as often as I should! I've been busy with work and just summer plans in general. I hope everyone's staying healthy and safe during these times. Thank you for reading!

Oh and here's a sneak peak of a One Shot collection I am currently writing. These one shots will hopefully be super long per episode and very descriptive :)

I put my hair up as quickly as I could, threw on my work clothes, and frantically ran to my car.  I was running extremely late and I needed to meet with a new nurse at the hospital.

I drive quickly and parked, running in. I can't believe I decided to binge watch Criminal Minds last night. Everyone must think I'm so unprofessional. This pained me because of my huge crush on one of my coworkers. I hoped it was mutual, but ultimately couldn't tell.

I signed in, then headed to the spot where I was supposed to meet the new nurse. They hospital told me nothing about them, and I hoped for someone who I liked, and didn't just gossip like the others. None of them are bad people, but hearing about the same cheating people over and over again gets tiring.

I stood waiting with my clipboard, thankful that I wasn't the only one late today. I tried to stand up super straight to look professional.

"Hey," a man with a deep voice said, walking up to me.

Thank you again!!

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