The fourth time I saw him I was alone in a crowd of people and he picked me from the bunch.

Allie's P.O.V

I had taken over half the living room, with textbooks open, papers strewn everywhere and a highlighter clutched in my hand and a pencil behind my ear.

I adjusted my glasses and sniffed, looking longingly at the TV, wanting nothing more than to just curl up with a blanket and a cup of hot chocolate and watch romantic comedies until three in the morning.

I shook myself from my daze and looked back down at my textbook, the words blurring in and out of focus. I highlighted an important-looking passage before reaching over and grabbing a notebook and pulling the pencil out from behind my ear.

I scribbled down a vocab word(cerebellum) and sighed. "I think that's enough work for today," I muttered and closed my textbook with a satisfying thud. I cleaned up my workspace and grabbed a blanket off my bed and headed to the living room. I dropped my blanket off and went to the kitchen to make myself a bag of popcorn. Once it was done, I put it in a bowl and went back to the couch and settled in, burying myself in my blanket.

I flicked through Netflix, trying to find a movie to watch when I paused on one called 50/50. I read the description and clicked on it. I spent the next two hours engrossed in Adam's story and when it ended, night had fallen.

"That's it?" I said out loud, staring blankly at the screen.

"Whatcha watching?" Jasmine asked, coming into the room; she had just gotten home.

"A movie called 50/50," I answered.

"Cool, what's it about?" She asked, sitting on the arm of the couch.

"Cancer."

"God," she rolled her eyes. "That's all you ever watch, cancer movies."

"In my defense, The Fault In Our Stars was not about cancer, it was about two teenagers falling in love and Death of a Superhero had Thomas Brodie-Sangster in it and i love him," I defended myself.

"What's the excuse for this one?" She asked, nodding towards the screen.

"Seth Rogan?" I tried.

Jasmine shook her head, laughing. "Nope."

I shrugged and settled further into my blankets.

"You need to go out," she said randomly.

I looked at her like she had grown a third head. "Into the world? I'd rather not, thank you very much."

Jasmine sighed heavily. "It's good for you! Besides, my friend gave me this ticket to a band I don't like and their concert starts in two hours."

I peeked over the edge of my blanket. "What band?"

"Fall Out Boy," she said.

In a flash, I had scrambled out of my blankets and onto her, making her fall. "Please tell me I'm dreaming and that you do not actually have Fall Out Boy tickets."

Jasmine laughed. "Nope. And you can have it, if you promise to go to the concert."

"Yes! I accept," I said excitedly. "I gotta go get ready," I suddenly realized. "Oh my God, what am I going to wear?" I ran towards my room.

"Its outside, so be prepared!" she said. "Well, I'm gonna go to my friend's place, but the ticket is on the counter," Jasmine called.

"Okay!" I shouted back and I heard the door open and close.

I decided on a Fall Out Boy T-shirt and ripped jeans. That would be good enough for a late August night. I put on some bracelets and faced the mirror, sighing when I saw my hair.

People always want curly hair, but its horrible. It's like having an afro, but looser. My hair falls in a curly wave to just about my boobs, and when I straighten it(not that it happens often, trust me, that straightener is hell on electricity) it gets super long. My curls are tight and dark brown and impossible to handle.

I dragged a brush through it, literally dragging because besides being curly my hair is thick as hell, and now I'm ready.

I grabbed the ticket off the desk and head out, my hand shooting out to seize my keys. I locked the dooe behind me and swung the keys around my finger before exiting my apartment building.

"Where you going, looking all fancy?" The doorman, a really nice old man named Harold asked.

I paused and smiled. "Harold, I'm not even dressed up."

"You look nice though," he complimented.

"Thanks Harold," I smiled at him.

"Have fun, wherever you're going!" He called after me. "Don't be bringing a man home!"

I laughed. "I can tell you one thing, Harold, and that is that I won't be being a man home."

I left and chuckled to myself. I loved Harold; he always wished me luck on my day when he knew I had school, and he always told me I looked fancy, even if I was in sweats and my hair was even more of a tangled mop than it already is.

I followed the instructions Jasmine had left on a sticky note and within half an hour I was at the venue. I joined the line that was growing around the entrance and ended up waiting another hour before I got in and found my seat. I was actually pretty close, and I could feel excitement build in me as the concert got closer and closer to starting.

I loved Fall Out Boy; they were the perfect mix of rock and roll and tear--jerking songs. I could listen to them all day. 

The seats around me filled up and I quickly realized that I was going to be surrounded by a bunch of annoying, already drunk college guys. I shifted in my seat as they cheered with each other. One noticed me and grinned.

"Hey, girl, you're cute, wanna meet up after the concert?"

I smiled at him, my most sweetest smile and said, "I'd rather fuck a worm."

The guy's demeanor suddenly changed from flirty to intimidating. "What, you got something to say, bitch?"

Ooh, boy, you don't know who you're dealing with, I thought. I may be short, but I've got a temper like a redhead on her period. 

"Yeah, but I don't think you'd understand it," I snapped.

The guy's friends surrounded me and the guy stood up, making himself taller and more intimidating. "Look, you fucking bitch, I'll fuck you up if you keep talking so I suggest you about that pretty little mouth before someone gets hurt."

"Too late for that," I said. "Your ego is already bruised."

The guy got up in my face, making me back up into someone else's chest and I swallowed, suddenly feeling quite trapped and rather screwed. My biggest asset was my fast mouth, not my fighting skills.

"Look, guys, we can talk about this," I said hastily, raising my hands in surrender. "This is nothing a couple blowjobs won't fix, am I right?"

"Now, babe, I would hate to see you offering other guys blowjobs," a new voice said jauntily.

I turned to see Luke walking up to us, throwing an arm around my shoulder.

He smiled at the guys. "Fellas, how we doing this fine evening?"

"What are you going?" I whispered to him.

"Keeping you alive and un-molested," he said through gritted teeth, still smiling at the boys.

"Keep a muzzle on your bitch," the guy spit.

Luke's smile suddenly dropped. "Hey, no need for that. My girl here has a dirty mouth, and I'm sorry for that, but she has one from sucking my dick so, no need to complain, eh?"

The guy paused and looked me up and down. "Her blowjob really that good?"

Luke smirked. "Better than your mom's."

Suddenly, he turned and ran, dragging me along with him. I stumbled and almost fell before Luke paused to pick ms up, basically tossing me on his back as he ran. We ended up outside the main hall, tucked in a corner by a bathroom.

"What the hell was that!?" I exclaimed.

"I just saved your life," Luke panted.

"By talking shit to the guy that was pissed because I was talking shit?" I asked. "Wow, thanks, Prince Charming."

"Whatever," Luke said. "What are you going here, anyway?"

"Watching the concert, duh," I gestured to the stage. "How did you find me?"

"Well, I was with Chris, and I saw you, and then I saw that guy and his friends corner you, so I decided to help," Luke said.

"Thanks," I said. "They tried to arrange for us to hook up afterwards and I got pissed, and then I bruised his ego, and then I think they were going to rape me-"

"So you offered blowjobs to make it better?" Luke laughed.

I blushed. "Well, they wanted sex in the first place, but I wasn't about to let them put their nasty dick in me!"

Luke laughed and then surveyed me. He nodded. "Yup, you look like the girl guys would want to bang after a concert."

I wasn't sure whether to be offended or not. "Thanks?"

"Its the curls," Luke explined, twirling one around his finger. "They look like they'd be easy to hold."

I was distracted. "Shut up, the concert's starting."

And it was; Patrick Stump had jumped out on stage. We watched the concert from the back, dancing with each other and singing along at the top of our lungs, not caring if we were off-key because Fall Out Boy delievered a rocking show and even though I was with Luke, it was amazing.

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Hey guys, sorry this took so long, I was at my stepsister's house for four days, and HAPPY LATE 4th OF JULY!!!!!! Mine was awesome, I went to my stepsister's family's party and played volleyball and then I went to her grandparent's house and we set off fireworks and one exploded and the Spanish exchange student just laughed about it even though it exploded in her face. 

So yeah, it was awesome.

How was yours, if you are from America?

AND THE USA WON THE WORLD CUP, GO US WE RULE I WAS SO EXCITED AND DAMN CARLI LLOYD THAT HAT TRICK IN SIXTEEN MINUTES AND THAT GOAL FROM HALF FIELD IT WAS INSANE!!!!!!!!!!

Sorry, I was a little excited.

Allie's outfit is on the top, I'll be doing that for the chapters now. Anyway, hope you enjoy, sorry for this long ass author's note, but a lot has happened in the past couple days love you all lots xx

Love ya!

-T A Y L O R