Keysmith [NOT FANFICTION] ✓completed

Westwood

"Right."

Levi lingered in the doorway a moment longer, and Lex walked back to his laptop.

"And put some ice on that!" Lex ordered.

"Yes sir," Levi answered, moving to the kitchen.

"Highcrest High, right?" Lex mumbled to Isabel, typing the schools name into the web browser. It took him only a few seconds to find the school website, and only a few more to hack into the database to find all the students in Levi's class.

Stuart Elttil, Jamie White, Neall White -- hmm, must be twins or something -- Lily Robinson -- wait, is this list sorted alphabetically or not? -- Tim Scott... aha! Damien Westwood.

Lex's eyes narrowed in concentration as he noted the phone number written behind the name, and copied it down onto a piece of paper. Then he opened a new window and did some research on the Westwood family. It didn't take him long to figure out that they lived in a mansion on the other side of Highcrest, and that Damien was the oldest -- and only -- child in the family.

Lex walked to the kitchen with his phone in his hand, seeing Levi hold a pack of ice cubes against his eye.

"Levi, I need to make a quick call," he explained, "you can go do your homework, I'd prefer not to be disturbed."

Levi nodded, still holding the ice to his face as he walked to his room, closing the door behind him.

Lex smirked to himself, typing the phone number in on his mobile phone while Isabel watched in confusion.

What are you doing? her eyes seemed to say, and Lex put a finger to his lips.

"Shhhh, I'm on the phone."

A soft beeping sound was the only proof that the call was transmitting, and then a click was heard as the person on the other side answered the phone.

"Damien Westwood speaking."

Lex almost gagged -- those three words, tinted with a light Irish accent, radiated such a high concentration of spoiled brat that it was almost cringeworthy.

"Hi, I'm here to ask if you know a Levi Richards?" he asked politely.

"Oh, I think you have the wrong number--"

"No, I'm sure I don't," Lex answered, and the certainty in his voice made the person at the other end of the line pause.

"What do you want?" Damien enquired, the four words suspended between a demand and a request.

"I want you to leave Levi alone," Lex answered, his voice a low threat.

Damien laughed -- a hollow, shallow laugh that Lex subconsciously associated with psychopaths and bullies from movies.

"Levi sent you? I knew the kid was too weak to take care of his own problems. What a loser."

"Levi didn't send me. He doesn't even know I exist."

Lex could almost hear Damien frowning at those words.

"But then how do you know...?"

"...that you're bullying him? I'm his personal bodyguard," Lex grinned to himself, starting to enjoy his own lie, "I've been shadowing him. And I called you to tell you that this is your first and only warning. Leave him alone."

Damien scoffed, but he wasn't sounding half as confident as he had at the beginning of the conversation.

"Or what, you'll beat me up? You can't do that, my father--"

"...would have my head?" Lex finished with an eyeroll.

There was a silence that confirmed Lex's statement, and he met Isabel's gaze with a minimal shake of his head.

Why do they always threaten to call in their fathers? Can't he threaten me with his mother instead? Honestly, that would be scarier.

"Listen up Damian--"

"It's Damien."

"Do re mi whatever. You're right, I won't physically attack you, quite simply because then you'd know what I look like. But there are other ways. I'm sure there are plenty of people that would be interested in your little... secret."

"You're bluffing."

"Damien, you live on 18 Layor Street, and your father is a businessman that sells weaponry. Your mother is said to have died in a natural disaster in Japan three years ago, but in reality she was assassinated by enemies of your father's. You have no siblings, only a butler named Reltub. Need I go on, or are you convinced I'm not bluffing?"

There was a moment's pause.

"You just want me to leave Richards alone?"

"Just leave Levi alone. That's all."

Another pause.

"I'm gonna need your name."

"Hah, you wish jellyfish. I prefer to stay anonymous, thank you very much. But if you have more to say, give Levi a note addressed to Gavin Lestrade, I'm sure he'll pass on the message. Good evening!"

Before Damien could say another word, Lex hung up. He turned to face Isabel, a satisfied smirk on his face.

"If that doesn't do the trick, I don't know what will."