Yeah I was in Juvie. Get over it.

Chapter 21

"You are gonna love it here, the clothes are amazing."

I looked at Daya, who couldn't look happier being in the city, not only that but walking towards Macy's department store in the city.

I laughed a little, "Okay, whatever, lead the way."

All the tourists around the streets were distracting to me, and I couldn't help let my mind wander to how easy it would be to steal something from them. 

Just slip my hand into their pocket and-

I felt a hand slip into my back pocket, and I moved my arm back, gripping it.

I pulled the hand to see who it belonged to and some twelve-year-old staggered forward. 

I glared at him, "Don't even think about it."

His eyes were wide, "I, uh, don't tell the-"

I couldn't help scoffing a little, "Oh, come on, I'm not gonna tell the cops, I'd be a fucking hypocrite if I did."

He stared at me for a second, and I smirked, bumping into a tourist on my right, quickly slipping my hand in and out of their pocket, pulling out twenty bucks.

"Here you go," I said, still holding his wrist, sliding the bill into his hand.

"Wait but, weren't you-"

"Try to take my money, I get pissed, try to steal from someone else, I don't even blink. Now get the hell out of here."

The kid stumbled back before fading into the crowd, and I remembered that I was with Daya, wait, where the hell was-

I saw her a few steps away, phone in hand like she had just taken a picture.

Did she take a picture of me?

I raised an eyebrow and walked towards her, "You take my picture?"

She blinked, "What? No, I was taking a selfie for Instagram, telling everyone I was out in the city."

I smirked, "So you didn't see what just happened?"

"You stealing from a tourist and giving the money to a kid who tried to pickpocket you? Oh, yeah, I saw that."

"Oh."

"But don't worry, it's not like I'm gonna tell anyone. I think it's kinda nice that you decided to put yourself in jeopardy to give that guy some money."

I rolled my eyes, shrugging it off as we kept walking, "Well, if he didn't get it from me, he was gonna get it from someone else, might as well save him some time."

She looked at me, "But, you could have gotten caught yourself."

"Oh, please, you sound like my PO."

Daya smiled, "Yeah, probably right, now come on, we're almost there."

And sure enough, we were almost to the huge department store. Daya led the way inside, and we walked past all of the makeup items, the overpowering smell of fifty different perfumes mixed together fighting to get me to sneeze.

Daya was walking really fast, her wedges clicking on the tile floor. I had a hard time keeping up, besides I had no idea where the hell we were going.

"Daya, slow the fuck down."

She looked back at me and huffed, "You need to hurry up, the dresses are just up the elevator."

"Uh, I'm not wearing a dress."

"Uh, yeah, you are."

I scoffed, "Daya, I-"

"Nope, you're gonna let me take care of this."