Adopted by Our2ndLife

Adopted by O2L

I guess you're wondering how I ended up in the back of the car with a group of boys know as "O2l", my answer is that it's a long story. I guess we could start on the more important reason- why?!

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I wrap my arms around my self and shiver, I can't believe people can stand to live on these streets- not to mention it's January.

I squeeze my body together to create some warmth but I fail, my legs start to shake and I lift myself from the dirty sidewalk.

A car pulls up in front of me- my first instinct was to run. So I did- well more along the lines of speed walking because I didn't want them to get the idea that I know what they're up to.

The black shiny Volvo continues to follow me- that's when I start to run. "Wait!" I hear, I run a little slower.

What am I doing?! Don't talk to strangers Tori, dammit! I start to run when a voice calls "I want to help you!"

I turn to the car and yell "Help kidnap me! No thanks!"

"No I want to help you get off these filthy streets!"

"And into your car with your plastic bags and torture devises?! Hell no!"

"I won't hurt you, I promise."

As of now I'm about a foot away from this guys car, the stranger comes out of the car and shuts the door. He raises his hands and says "I won't hurt you just please tell me, why are you out here?"

I cross my arms, "Ever heard of homeless?"

"Well you don't look or seem like a homeless person, I mean you're fully clothed and wearing Abercrombie. Unless you stole-"

"Ok, ok, I'm not exactly homeless but I don't have anywhere to go. Ok? Now go away.."

"I'm Connor!" the guy yells, I stop and turn around.

"Why do you even want to help me?"

Connor shrugs, "You seem a little... helpless."

I snort, "As if you can help me." This guy is really pushing my buttons, can't he get the idea that I've got this handled?

"Listen, it's almost 30 degrees out and you're in short sleeves and cropped jeans. You'll freeze, I'll take you to my house and you can call whoever."

I take a few steps closer and observes Connor's face, his reddish-brown hair is whipped up and to the side. His bright green eyes I can see ever through the dark, he looks about my age so I guess if I need to I can defend myself.

I take a deep breath and nod, "Fine. But if you try to kill me I'll be pissed." Connor chuckles and opens the back car door for me. As I hop in I land on a hand and I scream, I hear laughter and I back up to the sidewalk.

I peer into the car and I see a boy in a snap-back and tank top, his cheeks are rosy red and his chocolate brown eyes stare at me. His lip ring is pulled up as he smiles, "Hey, I'm Sam."

I take a deep breath and whisper to Connor, who's standing behind me, "Is that you're little brother?"

Connor bursts into laughter and replies, after wiping his tears, "No, he's my friends." "He's a little young..." "He's 19." "Oh."

I slowly lower myself into the car, the front seat moves and a guy with dirty-blonde styled hair pokes his head around and smiles at me. "Hi, I'm Ricky." "Hi..." I say, how many boys are in this car?

I feel like another boy is going to pop out from under me, "Oh and I didn't catch your name." Connor exclaims as he settles himself into the car.

"My name's Victoria- Tori for short.", "Ooo, fancy" Connor chuckles. This is going to be a long ride...