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Private message from Blackhawk.
Blackhawk: How do you feel about the task? You prepared? Do you need any help? I know things went a little haywire last time.
Oblivion: I’m good. That wasn’t because of me. Why are you so invested?
Blackhawk: Something about you makes me want you to succeed. That’s all, little hacker.
Oblivion: So, it’s not because I have tits, and now you think I can’t hack it?
Blackhawk: Oh, it’s definitely because you have tits. But not in the way you’re thinking.
Blackhawk: Sid can be an ass, but he wasn’t lying. I already thought you were cool when I thought you were a guy. So, now, it’s blowing my mind.
Oblivion: Um, not sure what to say now.
Blackhawk: Did I make it awkward? Sorry, I have a terrible habit of doing that.
Oblivion: No, it’s just… guys don’t really talk to me. So, I’m not sure how to take this. I feel like I’m about to walk into a bad ‘90s teen movie, and I’m some kind of bet.
Blackhawk: Well, kids at school are all schmucks. Everyone is trying to impress each other so that they don’t take time to notice the actual cool people.
Oblivion: Speaking from experience?
Blackhawk: Maybe. I wasn’t a jock, and being a foster kid made it more difficult to blend in. Remember, I’m horrible at school, and I have my whole bad-boy attitude going on for me, but I’m a nerd at heart. Shh, don’t tell anyone.
Oblivion: You’re secret’s out now. I’m going to blackmail you so hard.
Blackhawk: Badass, Oblivion. Not that it would matter. College is a different game. I’m still not cool, but I found my people.
Oblivion: Hacker people?
Blackhawk: Some, like Sid, but just others who are intelligent and crafty.
Oblivion: You sound like you’re building a nerdy gang.
Blackhawk: Maybe I am. Want to be part of it?
Oblivion: Sure, I'm your girl if you need someone to make you costumes.
Blackhawk: You’re so much more than that, little hacker.
Oblivion: If you say so. Everything feels so bleak right now. The only light is this.
Blackhawk: Have you had any luck with your friend?
Oblivion: No. I’m beginning to wonder if maybe she is dead.
Blackhawk: I’ve heard of another hacker who might be able to help. Do you want his info?
Oblivion: Really? That would be awesome. Thank you.
Blackhawk: No problem. Just don’t forget who your favorite hacker friend is.
Oblivion: Definitely, Obsidian.
Blackhawk: Oh, you hit me in my core. You know, I’m much prettier and smell better. I don’t think the guy showers. You definitely don’t want to be around that.
Oblivion: Mmm, BO, my favorite boy smell.