Hes a Hacker (Eckardt Wilken x Greg Owens) -Onderwerêld

Eckhardt point of view

"I'll be quick"

Greg dashed out the dorm and closed the door behind him.
I didn't understand why people would even play rugby. But again, Greg did have the body and physical strength for a sport as violent as that.

I glanced around the tiny room. He didn't have a lot of posters on his wall. The wall behind his bookcase were covered in photos of him and his friends. My favourite one was the photo of us together.
It was during our first movie hangout.
Greg would put a movie on his computer and we'd sit on the bed and make fun of the movie all night.

An object caught my attention.
I put my laptop aside and walked towards Greg's computer desk.
His phone?
I picked it up and turned it on. I remember him telling me his password a few weeks ago when he'd ask me to send a message for him.

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The first thing that popped up was the text messages between Greg and Nicole.
I could just block her right here and everything would be sorted.
Or i could send her a message as Greg to make sure she'll leave him alone.

Who am i kidding?
I turned the phone off and put it exactly where i found it.
I walked back to the bed and laid down with a puff.

Memories of Greg filled my mind. It was those little things that stuck with me.
For instance, the first time i taught Greg how to hack he'd always have this look of confusion on his face and stare at the screen. When i would sit next to him to assist, our knees would lightly brush for just a few seconds. I was always patient with him.

I glanced back at his phone.
I guess one little text wouldn't hurt.
All she does is try to get attention from guys, i'm doing Greg a favour.
If i were to block her now, she'd just move onto the next guy.
She's desperate like that.

I grabbed my laptop and opened instagram.
I clicked on create new account and entered a random name.
I browsed through the website until i found her.
Nicole.

If Greg cant see that she isn't worth it,
I'll have to show him.