Hello, everyone! I adopted this story from Astra199, who let me rewrite the original first and second chapters in my own way. I hope you guys like the story!

~ Lucy's P.O.V. ~

I stumbled through the streets, trying to keep my eyes open long enough to get home. Stupid finals. If they weren't so close, I could sleep properly, but no. I have to study. I let out a frustrated sigh when I remembered the text from Levy. When does she even study? She gets such good grades, but she always has time to go out with Jet and Droy. Why can't I have that sort or time? I was dragged out of my thoughts by the sight of my house. It's smaller than other houses, but it's very comfy for me. Mom and dad say I should get a bigger house, but what's the point of that? This house feels comfortable, and I'm the only one living in it. I stop in front of my door and pull out my keys. I'm so tired. I need to sleep, but I need to study more too.

I open the door and walk into the living room instead of going to bed. I need to study. I plop down on my couch and look at my laptop. I studied enough today. I need sleep more than study. I was too tired to walk to my room, so I laid down on the couch and closed my eyes. I went in and out of sleep all night. I gave up on sleep after I woke up for the hundredth time. Checking the time, I realized I actually slept for a few hours. I'm still tired though. I sigh. I might as well study since I can't stay asleep.

I sat up and opened my laptop. I opened my document folder and froze. My eyes widened in shock. I closed the window and reopened the folder, but my document's folder was still empty. "What," I trailed off. Where's my document? All of my assignments and study notes were gone. My brows furrowed when I saw a document in the folder that I don't recognize labeled 'Unknown.' I was even more confused when it only had seven words on it. I opened the document and saw that there was a message for me in size twenty font.

Hello stranger, have you noticed something missing?

My eyes widened in shock. Someone hacked my computer and stole my files? Anger flared in me. The cocky idiot dares harass and annoy me more? I glared at the screen. This person better give the files back. I quickly typed a message back to him.

WELL NO SHIT! WHERE'S MY FILES?!

Normally, I'd forgive and forget, but I'm tire and the majority of the work he stole was due soon. I didn't have time to type everything up again, and if I don't turn them in, I have to repeat the entire year. I almost jumped out of my seat in fright when the hacker started to type a response. The hacker's in my computer right now?

Well someone is grumpy today, jeez.

I let out a frustrated sound. I'm tired. I feel like my brain is fried, and my files are stolen. I wander why I'm grumpy. I sigh in resignation. Being grumpy isn't going to get my files back. I calmly typed a message to the hacker.

Who are you?

I stared at the screen in anticipation. If I can find out who this is, I can get the police to get my files back. Hacking is illegal, right? The longer I waited the worse my fear became. Why is this person taking so long? Was the hacker just going to leave me without my files? I finally saw the hacker typing.

An Asshole, who also happens to be a hacker.

I burst out laughing. Did he just call himself an asshole? My eyes widened in shock. I shouldn't be laughing! He still has my files! I quickly composed myself. Will he try to get me to pay for my files? I focused on my laptop again when I saw the hacker typing again.

Don't worry. I'll give your files back. They aren't fully deleted,

I sighed in relief and leaned back on the couch. I sat up strait again when I realized the hacker wasn't done typing.

But you'll have to bow down to me and say I'm awesome.

I raised a brow at the hacker's request. I was typing a response before I even knew it.

What are you, 12?

I sighed and stared at the screen. If they really are twelve, hopefully they weren't planning on robbing me.

How rude! You put your address on your laptop. You shouldn't be so trusting.

My eyes widened, and fear flooded through me. I don't know this person, and they know where I live. Was this hacker giving me advice or threatening me? I hastily typed back a response.

I'm sorry! Please don't do anything!

I jumped up and got my phone. I was ready to call the police at any moment now. I set it down right beside my laptop. I took a deep breath and opened the webcam. All I can do right now is give into his demands. It's not like it's that serious. All I have to do is say he's awesome. What's the harm in that? I knelt down on the floor and clicked the record button. "Please give me back my files and," I trailed off and sighed. "You're awesome," I mumbled. I ended the video and quickly uploaded it to the word document. I typed a message for the hacker.

Is that what you needed?

I sat back on the couch and bit my lip. I hope he's satisfied with that. I grew up with rich parents, so I'm not used to any of this. If the hacker isn't satisfied with this, I'm going to find a way to get those files back. I won't take this laying down. I'm not a useless damsel in distress. I refuse to be useless. I'll fight back with everything I've got.