This is going to be a 12 Chapter Story, and I'm almost done.

Chapter Ten: Accusations

DarkGuyLookingForLight21: Hey been forever since we've talked. Want to reschedule meeting?

Cursed-and-quiet777: Hey :) You know that guy, I was dancing with. WE ARE TOGETHER NOW! :)

DarkGuyLookingForLight21: Yay! .

Cursed-and-quiet777: Yeah I know. And meeting. IDK. Maybe not anytime soon.

DarkGuyLookingForLight21: .Cool then. So what's up?

Cursed-and-quiet777: It's been crazy. I love getting to know this guy. I mean he's different.

DarkGuyLookingForLight21: As much as I'd love to listen you gush, about this guy. I have to go. Talk to you soon? Okay?

Cursed-and-quiet777: Sure Bye :)

Well, I finally told him
"Nina", I heard Jerome yelling.
"Yeah", I yelled back. He entered my room with a smile.
"Mr. Sweet wants to talk to all of us. I think he is firing Victor", he says. I shut my lap top and we go downstairs.
We are all gathered in the Common Room. No Victor, just Mr. Sweet.
"I'm going to make this as simple as possible. I realize some of you students have been using that online chat-room... the one the counselor recommended, but after someone hacked an account, in this house. Were shutting it down. The hacked name was DarkGuyLookingForLight21. The hacker accessed information to the school through the account. So whoever that maybe you should check out some of the things on you account", he says. Then excuses him self.

Wait, What? Mr. Sweet said, someone hacked an account, in this house, and DarkGuyLookingForLight21. That meant. He was in this house. This room. The guy that new more about me than any one was one of five people. And they may or not know who I am. "Patricia, weren't you gonna show me that new eye liner technique?", I asked her. She nodded and we rushed upstairs to my room.

WHAT THE HELL? DarkGuy was in this house?
" SO what's up", she asked. I grabbed her shoulders and shook her.
"DarkGuy is in the house. He is in the fucking HOUSE!", I say.'
"and?", she asks.
"Well, I mean who is he. Who could he be?", I ask.
"Think about this logically.", she said.
"I am, there are five people he could be", I said starting to pace.
"No I mean. It couldn't be Alfie, he's not smart enough. Not Fabian, he wouldn't want you to loosen up.", she says. Shes right I breath. And lay back on my bed.
"It COULD be Mick. But he's with Mara, so I doubt it. What about Jerome, could it be him?", Patrica asks. I pull a pillow and cover it my face with it.
" I don't know. He doesn't sound like Jerome. And he called Jerome a tall, lanky git, whatever that is", I say sighing.
"Well might it be Eddie?", she asks. And I sit up.
"Why would it be Eddie?", I ask. She looks at me, and groans.
"Okay, some of the comments he made. Like about your changing and missing it. I don't know it bothered me?"she said.
"I don't know. But I'm not stressing, about it. I'm going to talk to Jerome, were studying", I say heading downstairs.
"actual books or each other?", she asks. I just laugh.
"Hey", I say entering Jerome's room smiling. "Hey", he smiles sitting up on his bed.
"So is that Dark-what-ever guy who've you've been talking to?", he asks. I nod.
"Oh", he says, and I crack a smile. But then something dawns on me. I replay a coversation I had with DarkGuyLookingForLight21.

DarkGuyLookingForLight21: I'm proud you even attempted, but they were weak. But I guess. What do you have left?
Cursed-and-quiet777: Throw away the book. :(
DarkGuyLookingForLight21: Why is it so important to you, when did it start?
Cursed-and-quiet777: Right after my parents died. It was my way to keep in order. Without it I feel restless.
DarkGuyLookingForLight21: Oh.
Cursed-and-quiet777: Yeah.

Could it Be Jerome? God I was being silly. Every one says Oh at one point or another. I can't base a big thing like that on such a little word. That would be stupid.
I just smile and we begin to study, well kind of each right answer I kiss him. So, no, we aren't really getting any work done.

Later the day I was in the living room, reading a book. Something that I had about Egyptian something last year. When Eddie walks in. He sees me and stops and walks in and sits.
"Hey, I was heading to work? You want to go see Tats?", he asks.
"I don't know", I say putting down the book. He looks at me curiously.
"She won't be happy, I stopped straightening my hair", I say with a laugh.
"Yeah but we could redo that tattoo of yours, with still fake ink.", he says smiling.
"Maybe I'll stop by with Patricia later", I would not go see her boyfriend without her.
"Don't. She and I are in a fight. But you can come now. I'm only working an hour or so?", he says.
"I don't know", I say again.
"Come on Do something insane, don't go back to be uptight and killing everyone", he says.

DarkGuyLookingForLight21: I hate when you say that. Just complain! Just yell a little. Do something insane. Break a window, punch a wall. Kiss a stranger. Your killing me being this UPTIGHT!

Eddie just kind of quoted DarkGuy. Could he be DarkGuy. God here I go again. I brush of the thought and go with him. I get to see Tats, and she says Eddie is in training and needs somebody to ink.
"Um, is he okay?", I ask her, she just nods, and gives him the needle. I let him do the same tattoo I had before, still temporary ink. Then we head back to the house laughing about something Tats had said.
When we get back to the house its about supper time. He goes off somewhere, and I join the group in the Common Room.
"Where have you been?", Jerome asks. I kiss him lightly.
"I got my tattoo redone", I say showing him, "Still not permanent", I say with a smile.
"Yeah, yeah", he says.
"Does it hurt?", Amber asks looking at it.
"That's what she said", Alfie said, with a laugh.

Cursed-and-quiet777: They were on the list. But they're hard.
DarkGuyLookingForLight21: That's what she said. ;)

God what am I doing to my self? There was no way it was Alfie, no possible way.

If I kept this up, I would never find out who he was. Yep, the fall was coming up quickly. And I really wasn't ready for it. All it would take is one little push, and everything would come crashing down.