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Bad Liar: Selena Gomez
I love this job, you know? Only when I'm not chasing burglars around town for the last 15 minutes. And this is my 20th block, I'm sure. "Dammit." I keep running through small crowds of people and I get closer and closer to the robber.
I then see him enter Breadstix and I curse under my breath. I reach my hands out and grab onto him. We struggle against each other and enter through the swinging door. I hear people gasp and we hit the floor. We keep struggling and he angles a knife at me.
"Oh, awesome." I grab his wrists and then harshly kick him off me. I get up as he stumbles back and then quickly gets up. I then duck as he swings his knife at me. "Really?" I raise my eyebrows and grab his wrist. I smack the knife out his hand and Quinn grabs it off the floor with a napkin. I sock the robber across the face and then put cuffs around his wrists. "Everyone's meals are one me. Sorry about the commotion. Grace, put everything on my tab here and call the police. It's a long way back from my car."
"Police are already on their way." Grace holds up the phone.
"Thank you." I nod. "Now, let's go, Forrest." I drag the robber towards the door.
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"Thank you, officer." I nod.
"Thank you, Agent Brennan. We'll be in touch when he gets his hearing." Officer Harris hands me a card and walks away.
I shove his card in my back pocket and turn around. I watch the robber sitting in the cop car with a death glare. I shove my hands in my leather jacket pockets and the cop car drives off. I watch it go further away as the sirens blare. I now turn and feel something weird on my cheek. I tap it and look at the blood on my fingers. He must've pricked me with the knife when I pushed him off.
"Hey." Quinn runs over with the others. "Are you okay?"
"Vi, you're bleeding." Mercedes places her hand on my arm.
"Yeah, I know. I'm fine." I wipe my cheek on my shoulder. "It's nothing."
"Nothing? I thought he was gonna take out your eye." Mike tells me.
"Well, there's transplants for that. For, like, a $1 million dollars though."
"Hold on, chica." Santana gently wipes my cheek with a tissue.
"Thanks."
"So this is what you've been doing since February?" Mercedes asserts.
"Sure." I reply. "Anyway, uh, I was just passing through to drive my mom to the airport to see my dad for the holidays and on my way back, I caught the guy trying to break in to someone's house."
