Adopted by who?!?!?!
JayI was wearing my usual outfit. Black skinny jeans, a black tank top, my black leather jacket, my black ankle boots, and my cap that says 'Rebel' on it. I grabbed my rip sticks and my backpack then ran downstairs only to be met by my sister, Lya.
"Bye, Layla. See ya when I got home," we both said at the same time. I dashed out to meet my crew while she left to meet hers. We were total opposites. A hateful glare was shot between the two of us. Ricky stepped in front of me, breaking the glare.
I nodded and took off on my rip stick. Harvey Middle School came into view as Chase rode up next to me. I was shorter than the rest of the guys, but I didn't care and they didn't either. I rode up to the school building with the guys in my wake.
My crew and I are the bad kids or rebels as we like to be called, of our school. My crew consists of Ricky, Chase, Zachary, Dominic, and me. Like leverage, I'm the leader, Ricky's our hacker, Chase's our grifter, Zachary's our hitter, and Dominic's our thief.
"Ricky, do we all have the same schedules?" I asked Ricky smirking.
"Yes, we do, Jay," he said as we all smiled. We walked down the hall toward our lockers, stares following our every move. Boys checking me out and girls doing the same to the boys.
I was still getting use to all the stares. I started shifting my shoulders as I rubbed my wrists together. Ricky and Dominic noticed what I was doing. Dominic put his arm around my waist while Ricky put his arm over my shoulders. I instantly relaxed under them.
They were all the same height, 5'7. I love/hate being short. We reached our lockers when my phone rang.
"Nobody can see I can be good, she can be bad. She's my alter ego," it sang. I smiled when I saw that it was Layla.
"Jay you and the boys need to come to the orphanage right now. I already called Lya," Layla said.
"Why call her and ok be there in ten bye," I replied.
"Ok hurry," she muttered into the phone.
"What's up?" Zachary asked.
"Code 3 op. Oreo,"I said mocking my commander type voice. They all nodded as we rode down the halls and out the building. What I just said was ," We need to go back to the orphanage ASAP." I speak English, Spanish, French, Star Kid, German,code, and more.
We reached the orphanage at the same time as Lya. I narrowed my eyes at her and growled. She growled back and narrowed her eyes as well. I dashed toward the door and she did the same thing, in 4 inch heels. We both ended up on the orphanage floor.
I got up and she did, too. She lunged at me and smacked me. Aww hell nah! Time to bring pain! I lunged at her, but was held back. I turned and saw a green eyed boy behind me. He had curly hair.
"Could please not fight her right now?" He said. His voice was deep and husky coated with a Cheshire accent.
I nodded then turned around to see Ricky's face only centimeters away from mine. I jumped into the curly boy's arms, only to be dropped.
"Ouch. Well that hurt. Ricky, you have three seconds to run," I said. Ricky looked mortified then ran outside.
"Three!" I yelled and darted outside and spotted Ricky trying to escape.
I stalked over to him and jumped on his back.
"You thought you could get away, didn't you?" I whispered in his ear. He said," Nope. Now we have to go back inside," he replied in a low voice while gripping my thighs.
"Ugh! I don't wanna see the she-devil!" I groaned. He laughed,but knew I was dead serious. I hid my face in his blonde hair, not wanting to see HER. I started singing a song my mom used to sing to my sister and I .
"Do you see me?
Do you hear me?
Can you feel what I am feeling?
I'm hurt and in pain
No one could fix the damage that has been caused.
Stay by my side and make me visible because
I'm invisible," I sang into Ricky's hair, but loud enough for someone else to hear.
I lifted my head and saw my sister with tears in her eyes.
"Why are you singing that song?" She said, her voice wavering.
"Because I remember when mom used to sing that song to us," I replied. She nodded and smiled, pulling out her half of our mother's locket. I pulled mine out and looked at it.
My half had a picture of Mom and hers had a picture of Dad. They died in a car accident when we were seven. I always blamed myself for their death. I started crying silently.
"Carter, stop crying. Mom and dad wouldn't want us to cry for them," Lya said.
I nodded an wiped my eyes. Getting mascara on my finger so I wiped it on Ricky's shirt.
"Hey, Oreo, did you just wipe something on my shirt?" Ricky asked.
"No." I lied He turned his head around to see then he started going in a circle like a dog and everyone just laughed at us.
He stopped and started stumbling.
"Whoa, whoa! Steady, Ricky," I said clinging on for my life. Someone slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me off Ricky. I look back to see someone familiar. I started singing,
"Yesterday I heard your voice
Whispering through all the noise
I pretended I couldn't hear you
But you kept on pursuing me
And you began to move in me
And I just couldn't hide any more
I won't fight you
Go ahead!
Take what you want to
Take what you need to Don't let me hold you back
Go ahead!
Do what you have to 'Cause I want to know you
Don't let me hold you back."
"Are you ok?" A voice whispered from behind me. He had a Doncaster accent. I nodded and looked at Lya.
"Dylan, are we getting adopted?" I asked.
"We're finally getting adopted. Guess who we're getting adopted by," she said then nodded.
I looked around and saw a blonde boy with blue eyes, a boy with green eyes and curly hair, light brown haired boy with brown eyes, a brown haired boy with light blue eyes, and a boy with a quiff and hazel eyes
"One Direction," I said. She nodded encouraging me to say my answer. "Umm I was just guessing, but yay!" I blurted out. The arm around my waist was unwrapped so I was released.
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