I was doing weights when I heard our door bell ringing. I wanted to have an eight-pack abs so Skylar wouldn't be able to resist me once I finally build up the courage to talk to her.

Six-pack abs just wouldn't do. My baby deserved the best.

Of course, I knew I was already the best guy in this lame town but I was also delusional as fuck so I didn't want to leave anything to chance.

I already memorized all of the things I would say to her. First, I would apologize sincerely, second, I would explain everything down to the smallest details of what happened, and third, I would ask her to be my girlfriend. Straight to the point, no beating around the bush, and most importantly, no sexual innuendos.

Ha. Super easy. I could definitely do all of those with no problem.

I still hadn't figured out how to include the abs in the equation though but I was sure we'd get there.

I dropped the barbels to get the door. Who dared interrupt my "Operation: Make my body irresistible to Skylar?!"

I almost choked when I saw the girl of my dreams standing behind the door looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

Jesus Christ, Santa Claus, Buddha, Beyonce, please help me! I'm not ready! I still don't have an eight pack abs!

My brain probably short-circuited at the sight of her that was why the next words that came out of my mouth was nothing less than idiotic.

"You forgot to make a booty call."

Yeah. So much for my "No sexual innuendo" rule.

"My name is Skylar, and I need your help." She said breathlessly.

No, honey, Your name is Skylar and you're my future girlfriend. 😏

"I know who you are, Davies."

I suddenly remembered I was half naked.

Where the fuck was my shirt? I needed to cover up these hideous six pack abs.

Fucking hell, she'd see my back tattoo! God forbid she'd think I was a gang member on top of being a cyber criminal.

This wasn't going on as planned.

I gestured for her to come inside before scrambling back to the living room to look for my t-shirt.

I was honestly freaking out. If I knew she'd be here then I would've turned this goddamned house upside down just to make every inch of it worthy of her presence. Holder and Archer stayed here the entire summer and god only knew what kind of diseases they left here.

I should've disinfected the whole house. Or better yet, just burned it to the ground.

I discreetly glanced at her and saw her mesmerize by all the crap my family called art so I quickly grabbed the million dollar worth nude painting Holder made and threw it behind the sofa.

Sorry, bro, but I didn't want my girl to think I was a pervert.

I grabbed my shirt and quickly put it on.

"So, how can I help you, girl who ruined my favorite shirt?"

"I need you to hack Kenji Yamamoto's e-mail account and delete the message I accidentally sent him ASAP."

What the fuck? What was she doing emailing that jerk?

"And what will I get in return in exchange for helping you?" I asked.

A plan was starting to form inside my brilliant mind.

She needed my help. I already knew I would do anything to give her what she wanted. Hell, I'd gladly hack into Curiosity rover's system on Mars and bring it back here on Earth if Skylar wanted me to and that was't even the farthest I could go for her.

But maybe I could also use this opportunity to finally be friends with her and show her my good side? That way, she would finally stop looking at me as if I was Joffrey Baratheon reincarnated.

All these planning was starting to make me hungry so I pulled out my Nutella snack from my pocket and started eating.

I needed the sustenance to keep being brilliant.

"Err, I don't know. Anything?" She said hesitantly.

I saw her give me a funny look while I was licking the Nutella off the spoon and I wondered if I should offer to share with her.

But if we shared a spoon... wouldn't that be like an indirect kiss?

OMG. OMG. OMG.

"Can you stop licking that spoon and go hack Kenji's account already? We're running out of time!" She cried.

But if I stop licking this spoon, I'm gonna want to lick other things...

I swallowed when my eyes dropped to her rosy lips. My normal eighteen year old male mind immediately imagined her with Nutella on her lips.

Oh, the things I'd do to her.

Someone please punch me in the face now. Kick me in the nuts too while you're at it.

"Impatient, are we?" I said.

I put down the Nutella on the table and finally allowed myself to take a good look at the girl who had stolen my heart many years ago.

Lord, she was beautiful.

I loved how her skin looked golden under the led lights. I loved how expressive her eyes were. I loved how she subconsciously bite her lower lip whenever she was nervous. I loved how she looked in that too-large cookie monster hoodie.

Fucking hell. I still loved her. Even after all these years. I was still so whipped for her.

For a second, I almost didn't want to proceed with my plans. I was a fuck-up. A complete nutjob. If I pulled her towards my world, she'd just be in a lot of trouble.

But I just couldn't stay away again without giving myself a fair fight.

I'm sorry for being selfish, baby. I just really love you.

"Okay, I'll help you." I said after a long, careful deliberation with myself.

It was now or never.

"Thank you!" She exclaimed.

She looked relieved. LOL. Noob.

I wagged my index finger in front of her.

"I have one condition."

"Oh, great." She grumbled sarcastically, making me laugh.

This kid got spunk.

"You do realize hacking someone else's e-mail account is against the law, right? I can go to jail because of that." I told her even though I couldn't really care less. Fuck the police.

"So what? You do that all the time." She argued.

Don't get me wrong, I loved this girl, but she was such a normie.

Why would I waste my time with people's emails when I could spend it hacking into terrorist websites and bank accounts?

Hacking email accounts was so sixth grade.

I shook my head. I gotta give my girl a hacker-101 education soon.

""Wrong. As a matter of fact, I have more important things to do than hack some brat's e-mail account. Contrary to popular belief, I do respect other people's privacy." most of the time.

"Fine, what's your condition then?" She gave in, looking so resigned, I was almost hurt.

Was it really such a horrible thing for her to be associated with me? She was clearly brainwashed by this awful society who always put the blame on handsome boys like me!

Just look at most of the Young Adult books out there. All the bad boy jerks were gorgeous. Just because I was the most beautiful and humble person I knew, didn't mean I was also an asshole! This was so unfair!

Fucking Wattpad. Maybe I'd hack into that garbage site later.

"Don't worry, it's quite easy. I might even be doing you a favor."

Okay, I knew it was unethical, bordering towards blackmail but if I didn't do it now, this girl would continue to avoid me like I was the vegan in an all-meat barbecue cook-out.

"Sure, sure, alright. What is it? You seriously need to delete that message soon, like right now."

Why were you even messaging that Yamamoto guy in the first place! I knew he was hot and he looked like a Korean boyband member but I was made of the finest material you could ever find... boyfriend material.

"Relax. Remember who you're talking to. I can hack Yamamoto's e-mail account even with my eyes closed." I said confidently.

I could even hack into Google's web security guy if I wanted to, so chill.

I stepped closer to her.

"So here's my condition, in exchange for my help, you will have to be my new buddy. You will have the honor of assisting me in the execution of all the splendid pranks I've been planning for the whole year." I grinned.

This was my foolproof plan, my endgame, my now or never. Next year we would all be graduates and she wouldn't even throw me a second glance by then.

Please, baby, just give me this chance.

"Fine," She said. "I agree to be your buddy, I'll help you with the best of my knowledge and abilities while ignoring the rational part of me that says it's definitely a bad idea. So if you could already hack Kenji's e-mail account and delete my message right now, that would be great."

Hell Yes! I wanted to hug her but I didn't want her running out of here screaming I was a pervert so I'd settle for a handshake. For now.

"Consider it done. But first, let's shake hands to seal our deal."

She looked like she just signed an agreement with the devil but I didn't mind playing the bad guy.

As long as I'd have her in the long run.

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A/N

Hello, guys! I hope you had fun reading this bonus chapter. I really missed Hunter. It's always such a delight to write in his perspective.

Anyway, I just want to let you know that I have a new book called Starboy. Please check it out if you have time.

Thank you, and I hope y'all will have a wonderful day/night!

Love lots,

Izeeyou