Code Valentine.

Busted

Rules. What's the point of living in a "free" country if everything you do is wrong?? I don't listen to rules. Rules fuck people over. It's those who break from the rules who save themselves. All the heroes in action movies never play by the rules. That is why they are heroes. Because they're the only ones brave enough to break away from rules.

Only losers play by the rules.

And I'm no loser.

THREE WEEKS EARLIER.......
It's finals week aka Dead Week. A week full of trying to cram a textbook worth of notes and lectures, while at the same time finishing up papers that were assigned weeks ago, but weren't started until last night. Nothing says finals week like bloodshot eyes, mental breakdowns and the light scent of Red Bull in the air.

I ,on the other hand, am sitting in my dorm finishing off a bottle of Bicardi, I mean I don't want it to go to waste. The liquor no longer burns the way it used, especially since I've been an experienced drinker since the tender age of 14. Now at 19, getting drunk is second nature.

I sit up on my bed and stretch out. Yuck, I smell like stale weed and tequila. I get out of bed and grab my shower caddy, hopefully everyone's to busy crying that they've forgotten to take a shower. "Risa!" I hear a shrilly voice call from behind. Ugh, my roommate Claire is pushing through the zombie like students. Claire is the type of girl who is the COMPLETE opposite of me.

She's cute, like a puppy or a toddler, she doesn't swear, smoke, drink or party. Every night she reads her bible and she comes to the dorm telling me stories of her day which consist of: getting organic cotton yarn on sale, going on a dinner date with some guy (with a chaperone), and making new life long friends. Today her honey blonde hair is clipped back and her round glasses make her look even younger than she does already. "Oh, Risa I'm so happy I caught up to you. Do you happen to have your library pass??" She blinks her wide blue eyes at me.

I nod my head, "Yeah it's in the dorm on my nightstand." I instruct her. Even though, Claire isn't exactly the type of girl I'd ever talk to, she's a sweet kid and her gentle personality tugged at my tattered heartstrings, she's treated me better than anyone I've ever known. I guess you can say we're...friends. "Great. Remember, My bible study is having a potluck, so if you want something other than cafeteria food, stop by!" She flashes her dimpled smile at me. "Awesome...Count me in." Not. I say in  my head. I can stand Claire, but I don't think I can stand other "Claires". I continue on my way to the showers and when I get there I looked at my fucked up complexion. My pin straight ebony black hair is matted and there is eyeliner smeared under my green eyes. My usually bronzed and sun kissed skin color is pasty and my freckles (which I hate) are covered by leftover makeup. My exotic looks are thanks to my Spanish mother and French father. Those hooligans left Europe and came to the US in the 80's. They had me when they were 21 and then left me on a doorstep one humid August night. It all kind of seemed to go down hill from there: removed from foster home after foster home, kicked out of schools, arrested a few times, hospitalized for alcohol poisoning...twice. 

College seemed like the place for me.  I can learn in peace and not have to deal with people, leave whenever I want, if I don't want to go to class, I don't have to go. No stupid fucking rules. And just as alone as I came into this world, I alone found my way to succeed. I alone got myself to the top of my class senior year and now I'm at Harvard University. If you really want something, you go and get it and thats exactly what I did. 

Once inside my dorm, I find a plate of food sitting on my desk. I guess Claire was able to take my hint. I sigh, I guess its time for one of my favorite pass times. I get up and lock my door and then from under my bed I grab the love of my life, Judas, a black industrial laptop that I had unlocked and customized to fuel my hobby: Hacking. It started quite innocently. Cheating codes on websites to get discounts or finding ways to hack my enemies Facebook's. However, then it progressed to accessing personal bank accounts and then Banks and corporate accounts.Now,  I'm no criminal. I don't take money from innocent people. I do my research. And right now after months of tracking, I'm about to access the notorious DeSanti Family's account, an evil drug cartel that has control all over the world. It wasn't easy but you'd think that a family so rich and so sought after would have better firewalls and protection on their personal information. 

Yesterday, I was able to access a savings account. $30,000,000 in one account!!  I begin to work my magic, screens full of code start to pop up and I insert everything I know in the right places and the system begins to crash. I shake in anticipation as I'm literally minutes away from wiring money. When suddenly a window pops up with codes I'd never seen before. "What the fuck?" I whisper under my breath. I bite my lip, something I do when I'm stressed. I see a flaw in the code and insert what I believe to be my access. Then, my computer screen turns pink. 

CRASH!!!

"FREEZE! PUT YOUR HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD, YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!!!" 

Agh...Great.