One Less Lonely Girl

Chapter 2- The Arena

The Quicken Loans Arena was packed. Our limo parked in the VIP parking section, and we entered the Q. After we got through security, we looked around the lobby to find a line for food that wasn't super long. We finally found a hot dog place, and ordered curly fries, a hot dog, and a soda. We also bought matching Bieber shirts and sweatshirts. We looked around for someone to help us find our seats. We saw a security guard and asked where to go for VIP seating, and he directed us where to go. I had to use the bathroom, then we headed towards our seats.

When we got there we saw 2 girls sitting in our seats. "Umm.. excuse us, but these are our seats." I state as we walk up to them. "No they are not, go away." one of the girls rudely replies. They look about 18, one brunette and the other blonde. They are each wearing loads of makeup, and very revealing clothes. "Yes they are, we have our tickets." Brianna says, obviously annoyed with them. "Awww. The little girl thinks that she could actually afford to get the tickets from these seats." the blonde girl sneers at us. "Yeah. They are probably fake tickets anyway." the brunette snorts. "Ok thats it." I stomp right in front of them and point my finger at the blonde's face. "Listen up, you may be older than us, but that doesn't give you any right to be rude, and take our seats. My dad's job gave us these tickets, and they are worth more than you. If you want proof I'll give you proof. Cause I'm telling you right now I'm not going to lose these seats to some snobby teenagers. Got it? So get out." I bop her on the nose and point to the exit sign. The brunette is staring daggers at me, while the blonde just huffs and storms away. Her friend soon follows. "Oh my gosh they were so awful." Brianna stares at them as they exit the arena. "I know right, what brats. But the good thing is that we have our seats!!" I throw my hands on the stage.

We chat with the people sitting around us. Maddie is 13 and has blonde hair. She's really sweet, and got the tickets for her birthday. Celeste was 15, brunette, and quite braggy. She talked about how her family was so rich that she has been to over 50 concerts, and sat front row in every single one. Vera is 17, has black hair, and is kinda quiet. There is a girl named Amanda who is 23, and thats all I know about her. The lights dimmed, the pre-show acts did their performance, and soon, it began.