Chapter 3
LIZZY POV
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"Okay, I'll come jeez Carly." I say over the phone.
"Good. You know how I hate to go places alone." She replied.
"I'm sorry I'm asking you this after..." She said quietly.
"Yeah, yeah. Where is the show again?" I ask.
She tells me and It was pretty close by.
"Why are you so excited to meet this guy again?" I ask.
"He is a youtuber that I have a huge crush on Liz, remember?" She said.
"And he is singing a cover?" I say.
"Don't judge me, you like a fictional guy." She said.
I laughed.
"Okay. I'll be there in a few minutes." I say.
I hang up and I walk to my closet. When I open it I found the black fedora the man wore yesterday. I took it and I threw it on my bed. I look around for a nice outfit. I decide to wear a black skirt and a white button up shirt. I tuck my shirt in my black skirt. I put on some mascara and simple lipstick. I don't really go hard on makeup like Carly. I place my black glasses on my face.
I run downstairs and I see my older brother, Nick. He is one year older than me 19. He is cleaning the dishes. He is kind of a neat freak. He spots me and goes back to cleaning the dishes.
"Where is mom and dad?" I ask.
"At work." Nick answers.
"Who is going to take care of little Bobby?" I ask.
"You are." He said.
"I don't think so, I have things to do." I say.
"Mom said so." Nick said.
"Niiiiiick." I whine.
"I'm sorry. My soccer team is meeting at 3 today." He said.
I groan and I look for my younger brother, Luke. He is 12.
"Luke, you're old enough to babysit right?" I ask barging into his room.
Luke looks up from his video game and shakes his head.
"Mommy said Bobby is your deal." He said.
"But Luuuuke." I whine.
"I'll pay you." I say.
That gets his attention.
"How much?" He asked.
I think of how much money was in my wallet.
"5 bucks?" I say.
"As if." He said.
"You are so mean." I pout.
"Ask Dylan." Luke said.
"But he has college." I whine.
"Fine, but for 10 bucks." Luke finally said.
"Deal!" I say quickly.
He just shakes his head. I walk out his room and I head for the door. I shuffle off my slippers and I place on my white flats.
I take my phone out my pocket and I use my GPS to find the place. After walking for what felt like forever I finally saw the place. There was a small crowd of people in front of an empty stage.
I try to call Carly but I got no answer. I decide to search around for her.
"CARLY?!" I shout.
I look around for her and I finally spot her.
"Carly, why didn't you pic-" I was about to say. Until I noticed she was surrounded. By gangsters. I think. I mean these kind of gangsters didn't wear baggy pants and hats backwards. They wore regular clothes.
I stopped dead in my tracks. Carly was shaking with fear. I had to help. I could call the police. I fumble for my phone but I can't take my eyes off of Carly. I try to call 911 but my hands kept shaking. I gave up.
I had to do something. I sucked up all my courage. I wasn't a scared 18 year old girl. I was a warrior I was invincible. I tightened my ponytail and I walked up to them.
I grab Carly's hand and her expression changes to surprised when she saw me.
"Who is this?" I hear one of them say.
I look up at the person who said that with a glare. My glare broke into a gasp. The person that said this was the gangster that stole my blue bra.
"Oh, its just you b cup." He said.
"What are you-" I was saying. Then I remember, he knew my size from stealing my bra.
"You pervert!" I shout.
All the other gangsters that surrounded us laughed. Including the bra stealing one.
This just angered me more.
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" I ask.
"Based on your bra size I am." He said.
"Ha-Ha very funny." I say.
Carly tugs on my hand.
"We should just leave." Carly whispered to me.
"No! These people bothered you. They need to know their place." I say.
"OooO B cup wants to scare us." He snickered.
This just got me angry. In a blind movement, my fist collided with his nose.
The bra stealing gangster stumbled back after my punch. He was surprised. And so was I.
I was so dead.
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