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responded.
                  "Really?" Wow, he's been really nice tonight.
                  "Why do you seem so shocked?" He asked curiously.
                  "Cause...earlier you were a jerk and now your being all nice," I pointed out.
                  "Don't get used to it. What do you want?" He smirked.
                  "Dr. Pepper?" I told him unsure.
    He nodded and shut the car door. After pumping the gas he headed inside. I sat there looking over the inside of his car. It was surprisingly clean. A backpack sat at my feet but aside from that there’s nothing else in here.
    There was a tap on my window. I jumped and looked up expecting to see Oliver but instead there was some guy standing there. I gave him an apprehensive look. What could he possibly want? He reached down to open the car door and I slammed my hand down on the lock.
                  "Come on, girly. Open up," he told me with a smile.
                  "Hey, get away from my car," Oliver snarled coming toward the car with a bag in his hand. He was glaring at the guy next to my window. The guy raised his hands.
                  "Whatever," the guy muttered turning and walking away. Oliver tried the driver door but it was still locked. I pushed the button and opened it for him. He got inside still watching the guy, who had walked back over to the corner of the convenient store and was watching us but now on his cell phone.
                  "Do you know him?" I asked Oliver.
                  "He's one of Jason's guys," Oliver explained in an irritated voice. He placed the bag in my lap and pulled out of the parking lot quickly.
                  "He tried to open the door," I stated, hoping he would explain why.
                  "He was probably going to try to take you."
                  "Take me?" I asked bewildered.
                  "Let's put it this way. Jason attracts freaks just like himself. They have no respect for women and they will hurt you, if you know what I mean," He told me with a stern look. I was shocked and horrified. What if he hadn't come out? Would the guy have broken the window? Oliver's phone started going off. He jerked it out of his pocket and looked at it. A scowl appeared on his face. He flipped it open shoving it to his ear.
                  "What?" He demanded his voice full of anger. He paused a moment and glanced over at me.
                  "Go to hell, Jason," Oliver snarled snapping the phone shut and tossing it onto the dash.
                  "What's wrong?" I asked my voice quieter than usual.
                  "Nothing for you to worry about," Oliver told me glancing over at me face. He moved his hand off the steering wheel and opened the bag in my lap and pulled out a coke. Unscrewing the cap he took a drink and focused back on the road.
                  "Oliver, I don't understand anything about what's going on. I personally don't want to but it seems now I'm in it I might as well know. What's going on?"
                  Oliver sighed and gave me a brief glance, "Well, to be perfectly honest. My friends you met tonight and I are in a gang."
                  "And, you’re the leader. I figured that much. So, Jason's like the leader of a rival gang?"
                  Oliver nodded with a smirk on his face. "The tournament is not only about money. It's about respect and territory. It's pretty complicated so I won't explain that to you."
                  "Well, how do I fit into this? I told you I won't tell anyone. Why would you bring me over there tonight?" I frowned.
                  "Because, you’re amusing," He smirked again.
                  "So, you'd put my life in danger for your own amusement?" I pursed my lips glaring at him. Self-centered