Live While We're Criminals (Niall Horan and Justin Bieber)

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Chapter 2

Allison

        "Ticket, ma'am!" The security guard yelled at me. I looked at him with wide eyes. He was about 6 feet, with broad shoulders and a scar under his right eye. His lips were curled. Almost like he was displeased to see me. I get that a lot.

        "Well... You see... It's quit a funny story!" I fake laughed quietly. I almost made it threw the freaking door! I was like a foot away! Is this gods punishment for me escaping prison? Being sent back to prison!? Well guess what, god?! SO NOT FUNNY!

        "No ticket, no concert!" The man-hoe (A.K.A. the security guard) pushed me back. I bumped into some girls who didn't look to happy. They looked at me from head to toe, and then started giggling quietly. I looked down at myself and realized that I was still wearing my orange jumpsuit. Oh well.

        "Listen, kid. If ya want tickets so bad, go buy them from that guy over there," Man- hoe said. He pointed to a small man at the end of the line. He had an unshaved, gray, beard that had a small braid on the right side. His pigeon-like nose, was holding up small glasses that were barely big enough for his eyes. He was hunched over, and was holding some pieces of paper. From here, I could tell they were concert tickets.

        I turned on my heels, and walked over to old man. He smiled up at me, revealing his crooked, yellow teeth, that probably weren't washed since birth. I swallowed my disgust and faked a smile back. It was quit easy for me to fool people, since I'm an amazing liar.

        "How much?" I asked him. He glanced me up and down. I crossed my arms over my chest, indicating I was in no mood for games. He threw his hands up to show he wanted no violence. I rolled me eyes and asked again. This time he nodded his head, and looked over my shoulder.

        "Well, you obviously have no money. I mean how much could an escaped criminal like you have, right?" He frowned.

        "How do you know I'm a criminal?" I asked. My voice remained calm, while my outsides were bursting. So much for that awesome luck I had...

        "Well... Normally people don't wear orange, prison, jumpsuits to a concert. AND normally, there isn't a bunch of police looking around." The old man frowned looking over my shoulder. I turned my head slightly, and noticed the police were all questioning girls, and gesturing something. I frowned and looked back at the old man. He had a small glim in his eyes. I would regret doing this later.

        "When you wake up, tell the police that I'm no longer here in Chicago," I said.

        "But... I'm not asleep..." He said. His entire face was full of confusion. I brought my fist up and punched him hard in his face. Strong enough to knock him out, but not enough to hurt him.

        "You are now," I muttered. His body fell to the ground. I quickly grabbed his hand, and took the ticket and backstage pass from him.