Third Person POV
“I don’t know, Sarah… I don’t feel right about destroying all that artwork in the gallery,” Scott said one evening while he was with Sarah.
“Don’t you love me, Scotty?” She asked, pouting up at him. “I thought you would do anything for me.”
“You know I would, Sarah. But I could get in huge trouble if I’m found out.”
“I would never let anything bad happen to you. I’ll deal with all the cameras and my father will make sure you stay out of jail if worse comes to worse,” she shrugged. “All you have to do is break into the gallery and spray paint some of the paintings. Try to find Lila’s painting of the professor and write slut on it or something. Make sure to take pictures.”
“I just have a bad feeling about this,” Scott said, frowning. “Why can’t you get someone else
