A/N: Alrightyyy. Here's chapter two, guys! Thanks for the feedback. Remember to R&R it really helps me update faster knowing your thoughts throughout the story. This story is gonna have a Mr. Robot vibe to it btw! Let me know how you like it :)

Enjoy chapter 2!


Normal.

It's something Beca never really understood. It's a complex idea society sprung upon those who even dared to do something that was different. Beca hated society, hated the way it worked like a cluster of brainwashed morons. That's what's great about technology, there's so much potential to morph into something great.

Beca's around people all the time, but she's never really seen. But while they don't see her, she's learning everything about them. A fly on the wall, discovering everyone's dirty little secrets through the beauty of social media, emails, and text messages. This counts as connecting with people, right?

Maybe not.

"What're you doing out here?"

Beca was pulled out of her thoughts by Jesse poking his head out of the living room window where he found Beca sitting on the metal steps of the fire escape with her laptop on her lap.

"Couldn't sleep." Beca said while she closed her laptop. Jesse pushed the window futher up and sat on the windowsill.

"You're telling me," Jesse shook his head with a chuckle, "You need a new couch. I could barely move my neck."

Beca grinned, "Say the word and I'll have you back at your place in no time."

"I already told you, Bec." Jesse sighed, "I'll figure something out."

"If you won't take my money there's always another option-"

"You're not hacking my landlord." Jesse warned.

Beca shrugged as if it was insulting for him to view it as a bad thing.

"He has all his tenant's rental applications on his computer. There's a file for you that says you're one strike away from an eviction. All I have to do is delete it."

Jesse rolled his eyes, "You've hacked him!"

"I hack everybody," Beca deadpanned, "That's kinda what I do."

Jesse shook his head. A thought popped into his head and he wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer. If Beca says she hacks everyone...does that mean she's hacked him? Does it mean she's discovered things about him that maybe even he didn't know? The internet is a scary place and the thought of Beca poking around scared him even more.

"Your relationship with technology is frightening."

Beca smiled and reopened her laptop, "Can I delete it?"

"Fine. But that's all!"

Beca pulled up her terminal and wrote a command in the shell, entering the backdoor she installed into Jesse's landlord's computer last week. She opened Jesse's files and smirked when she read through a noise complaint form.

"Loud banging around 2 a.m.? What were you doing?" Beca teased. Thrusting her hips forward while her balled her fists and pumped them back and forth which brought a shade of red to Jesse's cheeks.

"Hey! At least I have a sex life," Jesse smirked, "When was the last time you got laid?"

Beca narrowed her eyes, "Careful. I have access to your social security number."

"You wouldn't." Jesse challenged her.

Beca shook her head, "You're right. I've seen your life. Not impressed enough to steal your identity." She pulled up the file with his rental information and scrolled until she found what she was looking for. A few more clicks and some typing, Beca was done.

"You're good to go."

Jesse sighed in relief, somewhat relaxed enough to focus on getting the money he needed without worrying about finding an eviction notice outside his door.

"Thanks, man."

"No problem." Beca closed her laptop and stood up to follow Jesse back inside.

"I'm in the mood for some coffee," Jesse said, "Wanna hit Cassie's?"

"Sure. Lemme just grab my bag-"

"Nope." Jesse reached over to grab Beca's laptop. "It's time you interacted with other humans. You need to unplug, you fucking addict."


Beca hunched over in her seat while she stared down at the coffee in front of her. Jesse was taking sips of his beverage before he tapped on her arm from across the table.

"You're on the news." He whispered.

Beca frowned in confusion. She looked up at the tv screen where a news reporter was talking about the body found in the alley this morning. Peter Gordon. They zoomed in on his cellphone found on the scene and Beca smirked when they showed her music note signature mark.

"Police have reported that this was the work of Chicago's known hacker, N0t3. The hacker has been the police's main priority for quite a while and has now been issued a warrant for their arrest..."

Jesse turned away from the tv and looked over at Beca and somehow he was sporting a more concerned look than she was. Her face was blank, she was unphased by the announcement that there were people out to get her.

"Dude!" Jesse spoke in a hushed tone, "You're not just a little bit afraid that one of those goon's that contact you will rat you out?"

Beca scoffed, "There's no trace back to me, Jess. I use a voice changer whenever I get a hit, no one knows who I really am. I'm in the clear. The police might as well be chasing their own tails."

Jesse ignored her, he ran his hands down his face in anxiety.

"Oh god, you're going to prison."

Beca rolled her eyes, "Dude, you need to chill-"

"I'm gonna have to make weekly visits just to make sure you're still alive! I've seen those movies! Once people find out who you are they isolate you and-and kill you. All those people you've sent to jail or helped compromise will come after you in the joint, Beca!" Jesse clenched onto his chest, what scared him most was the fact that it could all happen. She'll be sentenced to life and Jesse doesn't know how to hack into such a tight system to get her out. Only Beca could do that.

"That's not gonna happen, hey," Beca waved her hand in Jesse's face to make him look at her, "You know why? Cause I'm not getting caught."

"You say it like it's a normal every day thing. Why are you so calm?"

There was that word again. Normal. Of course Jesse wouldn't understand, he was like everyone else. He didn't have to worry about being chased by the authorities, about avoiding having security cameras get a full look at his face.

All he had to worry about was making sure he maintained a healthy lifestyle and make sure he was happy with who he was. But Beca didn't want Jesse to add her to that list.

"Because this is my life, Jess. My version of normal is different from yours."