The Night's Guard

"The ages of photographic technology are one to fathom. The first camera device dates back to 1816 and the first ever photograph taken years after in 1838," Willow, a Wilmore High School student, recites off a lime green cue-card in hand.

"Mankind's journey to preserve or rather capture moments of the present has encouraged us to develop digital photography as a whole. Pictures taken during wartime, presidential memorabilia, and many others as well," she continues on without a hitch.

"If possible, humans would have taken photographic evidence of every notable event throughout history from the first brick laid down on the foundation for the pyramids to Moses parting the Red Sea," she adds though receiving snickering from her classmates.

"Pretty sure they would take a snap of the first dude who got laid too," an offhanded comment from a male student seated at the back of the classroom and which erupted in a burst of laughter around him. Their teacher typing on her PC behind her desk with long red nails clears her throat and the chatter subsides.

Willow rolls her eyes, peeved, and carries on reciting her speech,

"In today's society, photography has moved on to the digital spectrum of taking these memories, portable cameras and mobile self phones as well as on wristwatches have made these means easy for us. Anywhere and at any given time, Of course, this development has created various ways to share these moments with the rest of the world…" A loud chiming from a bronze bell in the corner of the classroom, cuts her off and the teacher informs her that she would have to carry on after school.

As the students leave, some peek over the teacher's laptop and made remarks about the new trending influencer she was watching.

"She thinks she's all that when she's actually so annoying!"

"She kinda is, though," comments passed around as they left.

While shuffling to the door, a wedged heel clicked against the door frame and halts eighteen-year-old Dante Luis Coleman. He dressed himself in a black hoodie and loose fit jeans. He grabs the string, pulling the hoodie closed over his face and in hope of making himself less noticeable.

Sadly, this didn't work since he and Angela Small were the only ones left in the classroom.

"Hey, D" with a sultry voice.

"Hey… hey Angela" Dante stammers through the small gap in his hoodie.

"Wanna hangout at my place?" Angela twirls a finger around a strand of hair.

"Nope, sorry I can't, I have a thing with my dad tonight," he manages to get out while moving her leg away and makes a beeline for the exit.

"Ugh!" She whines.

There obviously was no 'thing' with his father, since his parents usually had date nights on the weekend. So Dante has the house all to himself and the way he intended it to be.

"Annoying?" he sneers at the comment of one of the students made.

While walking home, his house a few blocks away, Dante checks his phone looking for the livestream on social media.

His one of the dedicated fans of Haley Kathleen Emerson or known to all as Hell Kat. Her livestream was up and running, with her chatting away about fruits that can be good or bad for your diet, information she made up along the way. It had been something she'd got used, improvisations about anything since she figured if she said it with confidence she'd make it more believable.

Dante pulls off his hoodie, revealing a curly bush of hair, light brown eyes and pink full lips. He bends over to get the key under a gnome and unlocks the door, all the while concentrating on his phone. He steps inside and heads immediately upstairs, throws himself on his bed and watches Haley cut up a whole watermelon and eating it.

Twenty one-year-old, Conrad Mandan the Ace of the basketball team the South Leo's had just finished a rigorous training workout for the afternoon.

"Hey Ace! Are you coming to the party or what?" His teammates query him.

"Nah, got plans with the babe" he hollers back and his voice echoes in throughout the gym.

"Woo with the babe!" One of them teases him.

"Invite the 'babe' then" he counters.

Conrad wipes his brow and hollers back to him that he would prefer alone time with her.

"Woo, alone time!" his teammates snicker.

"Would you quit it already!" laugher echoes throughout the gym.

Conrad had a date with someone, though that someone was not his girlfriend, rather a livestream he had to catch up on.

Luka O'Brian, a fifteen-year-old student of Wilmore High tries his best to get out of a locker he was shoved into while watching Hell Kat's livestream. The metal scraps against his pale arms and leaves a deep red mark while he finally got out and dropping his phone at the same time.

"No!" he shrieks and checks if he lost the livestream rather than checking to see the crack on his screen.

Julian Madhouse, a twenty eight-year-old, construction worker, finishes up his work on a bridge and heads home watching her finishing up on her watermelon.

All the while, Miles Fillmore, a twenty five-year-old Med student makes out with the hottest chick in class and receives a notification of Hell Kat's livestream

The night draws to a close and Wren Choi, a lawyer, forty-one-year-old, finishes up work at the office while watching her clean up the mess of the fruit on the kitchen counter.

Cedric Wolfhard, thirty four-year-old, gamer chills quietly in his room playing away while watching her livestream.

The night rolls in, 00:30 pm, Haley's livestream has gone the same way as usual, but this particular night she decided to amp up the late night stream for her Night Bugs and create a voice chat mode for them.

"Hello, my night bugs," she greets them over the microphone with a low and sultry voice.

"Hey" Julian.

"Hiii" Luka.

"Hello" Wren greets back.

"Hey hey" Conrad.

"Ayo" Miles.

"Wassup" Dante.

"Sup" Cedric.

The seven Night Bugs all chime in on their mics for their weekend 'fun'. Haley makes sure no one else but them are on the livestream, before putting on a sexy bunny suit.

"Okay I know I don't usually put on my mic, but I decided it was a special day tomorrow, my birthday, and should give you guys a cute treat." Haley announces while adjusting her bunny ears on the top of her head.

"Ha- happy pre-birthday!" Luka cheerily replies, and she lets out a giggle while thanking him.

"So guys, what do you think? Cute, right?" Haley turns around and pulls up the black tight outfit against her thighs, exposing her buttocks.

"Something's missing though," Dante comments and Wren sheepishly agrees.

"Yeah, I think I know what it is," Julian adds.

"It's the voice," Conrad concludes, and everyone agrees.

"I've never tried that, so I'll give it a shot" Haley states while putting on a cute anime girl voice.

Their 'fun' carries on till, 01:54 pm, past midnight and Haley informs them she's sleepy and would like to turn off the livestream, adding that she enjoyed their time together.

"Yeah I gotta go too" Julian agrees.

"Uhm thanks Hell Cat for the treat," Miles informs and the group agrees.

"What's this," Haley exclaims, while leaning towards her laptop. Two new members joined the group with black screen profile pictures.

"Weird, it's usually just you guys, my Night Bugs. Anywoo, sorry that's all for tonight!"

They all say their goodbyes and log off, all except the two members who joined later still on the chat.

"Uhm, guy? You need to leave also I need to pee" Haley squeezing her thighs together.

She logs off anyway and leaves for the bathroom, struggling to get off the suit, she hears a loud knock on the front door. Haley figures it must be her mom and dad visiting her as promised in her new apartment, calling out to them that she would be done soon. She rushes to put on her regular clothes of tank top and shorts to the door.

The week goes by as fast as it came and the boys are excited for Haley's livestream. In class, Luka's classmates ponder on why she hadn't been on her livestream as usual and rather a screen facing the wall. It's late night hours and the boys sit alone wondering what's going on.

"Okay, I get it, maybe she needed a break and decided not to do the livestream," Luka suggests.

"Yeah that could be it but why leave it like this, even the mics are still on." Wren asks.

"I get what you mean man, real fishy," Miles adds.

"Okay, I screen recorded this because it was way too weird," Cedric offers.

"You can't show us on here, though, so how about we open up a chat?" Conrad proposes.

"I'll create a group chat for us on discord," Luka tells them.

"Wait, I need to download that first," Wren says.

"How can you not have discord?" Dante argues.

"That's not important right now," Conrad informs.

"Okay, I did it!" Luka yells and his voice blurts into the mic.

"Ouch! Hey!" Cedric yells back.

"What the-" Miles begins to laugh.

"Yeah, i gotta agree," Dante snickers.

"What it's fitting for us," Luka counters

"Sure, but what's a Night' Guard?" Wren queries.

"You know when there used to be Night's in the British army," Luka says.

"Knight not Night," Miles still giggles.

"Why not Night bugs?"

"Nope, I'm too lazy to change it," Luka defensive.

Cedric sends what he had captured.