The Nerd [ongoing]

noceur (16.)

noceur

(n.) one who stays up late

AVA'S POV

I went home to Tim and San and ate dinner. After dinner I prepared myself a little and took a nap, waking up at 1 am.

I changed, grabbed my bag with supplies and a car and drove to a street not far from the right one.

Right now I'm in an alleyway, putting on gloves and a wig. It's a blonde one, with side bangs. I take of my jacket and put it in the bag. I'm now only wearing a skin tight black long sleeved shirt with a turtleneck, flexible black leather pants and black Docs.

After I'm done I close my bag and make sure I take a route to the house with as little as possible camera's around.

There it is. 33th Park st. I take a deep breath and look around while staying in an alleyway. All the streetlights are on but besides that, everything is dark. No insomniacs in the neighbourhood, nice.

I take some of my knifes and one gun out of my bag and strap them on me. I close my bag again and place it underneath a large trash can. Let the fun begin.

I walk towards the house, as normally as I can. I walk around the house and search for a good way to go up. Once I find it, I climb up on the wall until I reach a window. I silently pray that it is one of an unoccupied room. I grab a knife from its holster and pry the window open.

Shit, this looks like a bedroom. Fuck, okay, you got this. No worries, you just gotta be 10 times more silent.

I snake my body through the small opening and suddenly I'm in the room. I slip my knife back in its holster.

The sound of water falling down alarms me. Someone's taking a shower.

Guess I was wrong just now. There are insomniacs in this neighbourhood, in this very house even. I jinxed myself, great.

Suddenly the sound stops and I hear footsteps approaching the door to the bedroom I'm in.

Shit! Okay uhm, what to do? Where to go?

I look around. There, a door. I open the door as silently as I can and step in. Now I'm in a walk in closet. I close the door just in time because I can hear the bedroom door open. I hold my breath. Someone flicks on the lights and I hear heavy footsteps making their way around the room, doing god knows what. I sneak a look between the panels in the door, trying to see if I could take them if needed.

Damn, that is one hot guy.

I have a clear view on his 8 pack and I'm definitely not complaining. The only thing he is wearing are some black boxers. He turns his back to me. My inner girly-girl is screaming. Gotta love some good back muscles.

He walks back towards the door and turns the lights off. The moon illuminates his gorgeous body. I look at his ink, I've always loved tattoos and even have a few of my own.

Tim's a tattoo artist in his free time so he does and has been doing them for me. He is very talented.

The guy lays himself down on the bed and throws his blanket over his legs, up to his hips, making sure I can still see his gorgeous tattooed 8 pack.

Did I mention how gorgeous his body is? No?

The guy turns on his stomach so his back is facing me once again. He grabs his laptop and types for a few minutes. Then he closes it and puts it on his nightstand. He turns back to lay on his back again and grabs his phone, tapping away on the screen.

Suddenly his right hand begins to move down, under his blanket.

Omg, is he about to do what I think he is about to do?! Please don't. God have mercy, I know I've done some bad things but please don't let this be my karma.

Luckily he just scratches his leg and continues to tap on his phone with his other hand.

Due to the weird panels on the door I can't see his face. But maybe that's for the best.

After tapping away on his phone for a couple more minutes, he reaches for his charger-cable and plugs it in his phone. Allowing me to see a beautiful snake tattoo circling his left lower arm.

~

It's been at least an hour, but I'm finally one hundred percent sure that the guy is asleep.

I silently open the door and close it behind me. I tiptoe towards the door and open it. No one in the hallway. See ya probably never again pretty boy, it was nice spying on you but I have to go now.

I close the door behind me. Let's find the office.

~

All the information I got about where the office would be, was the right floor. So it took me a few minutes but I found it. I got in and out without many problems and just had to hack some keypads, nothing major.

I'm making my way back to the alleyway where I stored my bag with the file underneath my arm, sighing. That took me longer that I anticipated.

I grab my bag, walk to another alleyway and stash the file and my wig in it. I take my weapons and gloves off and put them in the bag too. I grab a checkered  black and white shirt and I put it on over my black long sleeve, fastening the middle two buttons.

I take my shoulder length black wig out of the bag and put it on, checking with my phone if it looks good. I grab some green contact lenses and put them in.

There, unrecognisable. I check my bag to see that I have everything and close it. I saw a bus stop not far from here so I'll see if there are any busses this early in the morning. I'll get my car tomorrow. I don't want people to think I'm stealing my own car since I do look different then when I parked it there, if no one saw me I have no problem but I don't want to take that chance.

Lucky for me I only have to wait five minutes for a bus to show up and drive me back to Tim and San's.

I hear my bed calling my name.

HUNTERS POV

I close the bathroom door. This time I did take my boxers with me. Don't want another incident to happen. I shudder at the thought. Never again.

~

I lean over to plug the charger-cable in my phone and catch a sweet scent that I haven't noticed before. Did Daisy wash my sheets? Never mind, I'm fucking tired.

Not long after, I close my eyes and drift off into dreamland.