A/N~ GUYS I AM SO SORRY I DIDN'T UPDATE SOONER PART OF THAT IS BECAUSE I HAVE A LOT GOING ON IN MY FAMILY AND THE OTHER PART IS THAT MY SISTER HAS BEEN HOGGING THE COMPUTER SO I COULDN'T WRITE THIS BUT I UPDATED AND I REALLY HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS CHAPTER CAUSE YEAH. Anyway I'm going to stop cap spamming you guys. So how have you guys been? I start school on Monday. BLAAHAHHH. I hate school. I changed the summery for this story and I changed the cover photo. :3 Ok I'm going to stop typing this A/N so you guys can read this. x3 Thank you so much for the 6 reviews, 6 follows, and 1 favorite! I honestly didn't think this would be a great story but I'm really glad I got 6 reviews on the introduction!

By the way, Ally is 18 and Austin is 20.

Disclaimer~ I don't own anything but the plot line.

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Previously,

Alarms went off as me and my partner ran down the road, a knife in my hand dripping blood.

"They're getting away! Hurry!"

I heart the footsteps come closer behind me, and I increased my pace, yelling at him to run faster.

Seeing an alley up ahead, we ran even faster and dove into the dark place, running down the alley before spotting some boxes.

"Behind there!" My partner whisper yelled and pointed to the boxes.

We quickly hid behind them before they spotted us.

Holding my breath as the footsteps ran past me and back onto the street, we sat completely silent, voices yelling at each other to run faster.

When I was 100 percent sure they were gone, I let out a breath, leaning my head against the wall and closing my eyes.

Finally, I thought, taking deep breaths, I'm free.

Steal Your Heart

Chapter One

Ally's POV

"Hey, Ally." My best friend, Trish, said as I walked into Marino High School.(1)

That's weird. Trish is never early to school. I thought. "Uh, hi, Trish. Why are you so early?" I asked as I opened my locker and shoved my backpack into it.

Trish shrugged, opening her locker which was next to mine. "No reason. I just wanted to show you this article I found in the paper this morning."

"You read the paper?" I asked, taking the newspaper from her. "When I miss the news, yes."

Rolling my eyes, I turned my head down to look at the news article Trish circled which was titled, 'Wanted criminal escaped from prison'.

My eyes widened as I read it, figuring out that the criminal, who's name is Austin Moon, escaped from Miami Prison(2) and was thought to be running either deeper into Miami, or towards Orlando. The article ended with a mug shot of him. He was frowning and looking down. The caption read, 'Keep an eye out for Austin Moon.'

"Whoa." I said, staring at the mug shot. He looked so sad. So sad I almost felt bad for him. Almost. "That's crazy. We should keep an eye out." I muttered, handing the paper back to Trish.

"Yeah, no kidding." Trish said, amusement in her eyes. "You look like you just fount out one of the most wanted criminals escaped from prison."

I looked up at Trish with an obvious look in my eyes. "That's because one of the most wanted criminals just escaped from prison, and could be anywhere in Miami! What if he finds us? What if he wants to kill us? What if he is waiting outside my door waiting for me to get home to kill me! What if-"

"Ally." Trish spoke, placing two hands on my shoulders. I looked at her, forcing my breathing to go back to normal. "Shut up." She said. "Nobody is going to wait to kill you at your doorstep, or crawl through your window in the middle of the night. He isn't going to kill you, ok?"

I just nodded, taking a gulp of air and forcing myself to calm down. "Ok, I'm calm. No more rambling from good ol' Ally Dawson." I said with a smile, just as the bell rang. Were we really talking for that long? I thought. "Bye, Trish! I'll see you at lunch!" I said, walking to Math class.

I was one of those people at school that everyone knew, but never really cared to talk to. They all knew me as 'That nerd, Ally' or just 'Ally'. I never got bullied though. Nobody did in my school. Of course there were those know it all people, not popular, just people who thought they could do and say whatever they wanted, but there weren't really many bullies or rude people, thank goodness.

I walked into the cafeteria, humming the song Happy by Pharrell Williams because it wouldn't get out of my head and it was AWESOME! "Hey, Trish!" I called, walking over to her in the lunch line as I continued humming the song.

"Hey, Ally." She said as she grabbed a tray. She was silent for a second before she wined, "Really, that song? I hate that song!"

"How could you hate a song as amazing as Happy?" I gasped in shock, staring at her as I grabbed a turkey sandwich wrapped in tinfoil and a bottle of water. "It makes me so... happy." I finished with a smile.

Trish rolled her eyes as she grabbed a turkey sandwich and a bottle of water as well, paying for hers after I paid for mine. "And Trish, about our earlier conversation, that Austin guy could kill us you know. Sometimes bad things happen to good people and good things happen to bad people like that guy getting away with escaping from prison. You never know what could happen."

"Yeah I know." Trish said as we took a seat at an empty table. "But I promise you nothing is going to happen to us."

Nodding, I opened the turkey sandwich and took a bite out of it. The cafeteria food actually wasn't that bad at our school. "Ok I believe you. But I'm keeping a huge kitchen knife by my bed from now on." I half joked. Maybe I actually should...

"Ok, whatever, Ally. You're 18, I think you can take care of yourself without sleeping with a knife." She paused, her eyes looking at my arms. "On second thought, maybe you should keep a knife by your bed." She joked. But I wasn't. I am weak, and with a criminal on the loose, I probably should.

"Hey dad!" I called as I stepped into my house. I set my red and black backpack down, walking into the kitchen where my dad was.

"Hey, Ally." He said with a smile as he placed dishes in the dishwasher. "How was school?"

I smiled back, helping him put the dishes in the dishwasher cause I'm just that awesome. "It was good. I learned from Trish that two criminals escaped from prison and one was killed." Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that there was another criminal that escaped but was found and killed on sight. Oh the wonderful kindness of police.

"What?!" He said, walking up to me. "They teach that is school?"

Rolling my eyes, I showed him the newspaper I had taken out of my backpack. "Here. Read this."

I waited as he scanned the newspaper article, his eyes widening slightly like mine did. "Ally," he started, putting the newspaper down. "I want you to double check the locks on your door and window before you go to sleep till this guy is caught."

Yes. I have 6 locks on my door and window. So 12 locks. My dad is a biiiiiiit overprotective. "Ok, ok. I'm gonna go do my homework now."

"Don't forget to check the locks!" He said as I grabbed my bag and walked upstairs.

"Ok!" I called back.

I opened my door and stepped into my room. There were white walls and a dark brown hardwood flooring. My bed was in the far right corner up against the wall. It had a black sheet, two black and red plaid pillows, and a dark red blanked with black specks dotting it in random places. There was also a black dresser against the opposite wall, holding come of my clothes like sweatpants, shirts to just lounge in, stuff like that, with a tall mirror on top of it and a black cabinet holding more nice clothes to wear to things like school and going out with friends and things like that on the wall next to my bed. Then in the other corner by my bed there was a piano and a few music sheets along with a piano bench. Next to the piano, I have a big bookshelf filled with books. I LOVE books! (Sorry if that was confusing. x3)

I took out my homework and began working on it, a small smile on my face. I've always enjoyed school and learning. I don't know why, but ever since second grade, I've been a total nerd and I love it. I'm one of the smartest people in school, so I'm almost 100% sure I'm going to get a scholarship by the end of the year.

When I started working on math, my phone beeped. I picked it up and pressed the call button. "Hi, Trish." I said. I knew it was her cause I have superpowers. Just kidding. I have Caller ID.

"Hey, Ally." She responded. "Do you want to come to a party with me and Dez in a few hours? I know it's a little late to ask but pleeease? I don't want to go to the party with freckles and not have you there." Trish said, stretching out the 'e' in 'please'.

I've always hated high school parties. I went to one when I was a junior, and I left almost right away. There is just loud music, sweaty people, drunk people, and sex upstairs. It seems like that would only be the types of parties in movies, I thought so too, but that really is what it's like.

"Trish, you know I've always hated high school parties. I'm not really a big fan of getting drunk and having sex with random people." I said, setting my homework off my lap and laying back on the headboard. "And besides, I don't fit in at parties. I'm the nerd. I love books and school, which, by the way, are super helpful and I'm going to be awesome after school. Anyway, the point is, I don't fit in with all the jocks and those types of people."

Trish sighed through the phone. I could practically see her roll her eyes. "You don't have to drink or anything like that, Ally. You can just sit in the corner for a few hours and drink water."

I thought for a second. I could just sit and drink water. But that wouldn't change the fact the there would be dancing, sweaty people surrounding me. Finally, I said, "Fine, fine. But I'm only staying for an hour. When does it start?"

"Yes! It starts at nine and it's 7:30, so hurry up!"

"Fine. Pick me up in an hour. Oh and Trish-"

I got cut off by a loud crashing noise. "Dez! I told you not to touch that! Sorry, Ally, I gotta go. See you in an hour!"

"Ok, bye." I said, hanging up the phone. "Great. I'm going to a high school party." I said to myself sarcastically, placing my homework on the small black desk beside my bed. Standing up, I walked over to my closet and opened it to look for something to wear. I decided on yellow skinny jeans with a black and yellow plaid long sleeved shirt that has the sleeves rolled up slightly so they don't cover my hands. I sat down at my desk by my bed and applied some light lip gloss and mascara, then some light blush to bring color to my cheeks. Then I stood up and slipped my yellow converse on that had black shoe strings. Walking into the small bathroom connected to my room, I brushed my hair and curled it in 20 minutes. I looked at my watch to see I had five more minutes till they got here. Just in time. I thought, walking downstairs.

"Hey dad, I'm going out with Trish and Dez for a bit, is that ok?" I asked when I entered the living room.

He nodded and smiled. "Sure honey. Just be back by curfew."

"Ok." I said, just as I heard a beep coming from outside. "I'll see you later!" I said with a smile as I walked out the door. My curfew was 12, by the way.

"Hey Ally!" Trish yelled from the drivers seat while Dez yelled 'Have you seen my turtle?' from the back seat.

I rolled my eyes at Dez's weirdness. "Hi, Trish." I said, going to the other side of the car and getting in the passenger seat. "And no I haven't seen your turtle, Dez."

"Aw man." He said, frowning.

"Ally, you are going to have so much fun at this party." Trish said as she started the car and began driving down the road.

I shrugged, leaning back in my seat. "I don't think so. I hate parties."

"Ok, well this is the only one I'm making you go to. Then you can sit at home all day being a boring person." She said.

Trish was wearing black leggings and a pink shirt with a cheetah print heart in the middle. Inside the heart, there were sparkles as the cheetah spots and the word 'Party' in glitter with an exclamation mark. She was also wearing cheetah print flats.

Dez was wearing his normal crazy clothes. He had a neon green shirt with a circle in the middle. Inside the circle was a cartoon looking monkey eating a banana and the ends of the short sleeves were different neon colors mixed together. He was also wearing neon orange pants and yellow shoes.

"We're here!" Trish yelled with excitement.

Great. I thought sarcastically. I'm going to be surrounded by drunk people dancing and sweating. This is just great.

A/N~ Soooo did you guys like it? Please please please leave a review telling me what you thought of it and if you have any ideas for this fanficcy, feel free to tell me them in a review or PM me. :3 I'm hoping to update every Saturday, so I'll see you guys next week! Love you all! =heart emote x 537688764538576668-

(1) I don't own Marino High School

(2) I dunno if there is a Miami prison so incase there is I don't own it.