<strong>NAME:</strong>Jonas Motherfucking Littleton<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>T-shirt and jeans.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, June 9th<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Whatever the hell time the party is.  Sometime at night.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Somewhere around the side of the house.<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Meh.<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Naomi - Closed<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br/>Well it was unexpected to say the least, to be approached by Naomi of all people.  He figured Zoe might have came after him, or maybe Roxy decided to show up or whatever, say hello and chill.  But Naomi?<br/><br/>“Nah.” He answered to her question, a slight shaking of the head accompanying it.  “I smelt some trouble brewing.  Thought I'd get the hell away and have a smoke.”<br/><br/>As she came closer, laughing at her own question and running her hand through her hair before taking a seat, Jonas could not help but to wonder of the question that burned in his mind like a neon sign in the dark.  Did she know?  Like, how could she really know?  It wasn't like he blabbed about it like some dumbass would.  Just like how a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, a hacker like him didn't hack and blab.  She couldn't have known, right?<br/><br/>But Travis Timmons knew, or at least suspected, him.  More than enough suspicion to try and get the police involved.  It wasn't a secret that some of those officers had pulled him out of class to go have a chat, and it sure as hell not a secret that Travis was telling friends how he though Jonas had been behind the virus that wiped out everything he digitally had to his name.  But she didn't know, right?<br/><br/>Fuck, she knew.<br/><br/>Jonas reached into his pocket, extracting the worn pack of cigarettes.  A fresh one was fished out and offered to her, before igniting the lighter, and holding it out in an offering to light her cigarette.<br/><br/>“I didn't watch it, you know.” He said to her, preferring to not beat around the bush in the dark of the night.  “Not going to lie.  It was kind of tempting.  I mean, with what was supposed to be on there, but it wasn't right... ”<br/><br/>After her cigarette was lit, Jonas took a step back, leaning against the house.  “I deleted it though.” He said, taking a drag of his own.  “You might wanna think about encoding your videos sometime.  It can be a pain, but if another gets out, you can figure out who leaked it and stuff.”