A/N: Hey all. Sophie the Pimp here! Thanks for checking out my new story. I
decided to look at our beloved Stand By Me boys from a different angle this
time, so this story is a little different than my others. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: You know the drill. No Stand By Me owning over here.
Chapter 1:
High school is unlike anything else. It's a place for chaos and destruction. Your best friend in Grammar School is now sleeping with your boyfriend. High school is the most chaotic hell you'd ever have to experience. And if you've got to be in hell for four years, you might as well rule the school.
I'm the queen of Castle Rock High, with one of the worst reputations. It doesn't help that my brother was leader of the most fearsome gang in Castle Rock. I'm not like my stepbrother Ace, nor do I wish to be. But his reputation has sure helped mine along.
My mother was a very smart and helpless woman. Our beautiful home lay in the golden gates of The View. She'd been the only intelligent person in the family and married rich. When my father died, he left us everything.
On a wholesome trip into town, mother and I stopped into the Blue Point Diner, for a bite to eat. Big mistake. That is not only where she met my new, less than rich, stepfather, but that's also where I had met my new, less than charming stepbrother. Blasphemy! That diner is Satan's chamber!
A couple of months later, and Mr. Merrill became my new stepfather, and John jr. Merrill also known as Ace Merrill became my stepbrother. My life has officially been less than perfect ever since mom became Mrs. Merrill, and I became Katherine Anne Merrill. Yuck.
That was when I was in eighth grade and Ace was in tenth grade. But like the lowlife Ace is, he got left back and is now in my senior class, my first and only time, his third time. This would be a most interesting year.
Luckily, I had become the bitch of the school. A sweetheart to all boy toys, but a ruthless jerk to all females, even friends. It's hard to be Betty fucking Etiquette when your friends turned on you last year.
Last year, I had been dating and deeply in love with former flame, Ted Duchamp. He was crowed biggest male slut by Tessa (my only "real" friend) and myself. By the time he hit eleventh grade he had had every girl in the sack, including myself.
I had just told, then friend Pauline Simons of my love for Teddy, when she stole him from me. She cornered him in a bathroom stall, armed with boobs and loaded with lipgloss, and persuaded him to go for her.
My love for Teddy Duchamp was shot, but my jealousy was just beginning. Teddy was mine; he belonged to me. No one ever disrespects me like that and gets away with it. But I don't get mad; I get even.
I ran down the stairs in a tight, ankle-length black skirt and a tight black blouse, trimmed red at the collar. I had red heels and cherry lipstick on. My chocolate curls bounced in shiny ringlets as I made my way to the kitchen where Ace sat, guzzling down a glass of egg yokes and a bottle of beer.
"Having the usual, I see..." I scoffed, taking the pitcher of water from the fridge.
"Wait a minute Kitty, are you actually eating something?"" He said, just as I filled the dog dish with water from the pitcher, then put it back in the fridge. "Uh no wait, you're just getting Daisy some water. You know, you should really cut back on the air, I hear its like a thousand calories a breath." Ace sneered, placing his glass in the sink.
"Shove it." I snapped.
"Don't mess with me in the morning you bulimic bitch." Ace said, glaring at me with his stone eyes. I darted my glance right back to him, and as soon as he left the kitchen I grabbed my typical morning muffin.
"Come on Kitty..." Ace called. I stuffed my muffin in my bag. I don't like to eat in front of people, especially Ace. It was something that just made me queasy.
I grabbed my books and headed out the door, hoping into the backseat of Ace's car. He always drove me to school, considering I was never taught how to drive. It was a secret I'd try and keep forever.
"We're picking up Eyeball today..." Ace informed me.
"Ace, you need more updated friends. Hanging with lowlifes like the Chambers' isn't doing you any good." I warned him as he sped off.
"Shut your mouth Katherine." He spat, calling me my real name instead of the nickname 'Kitty' I was so used to.
"Their house is not even on the way." I whined. "Besides doesn't Chris have his own car by now?"
"Yeah, he's got a red pick up truck." Ace said, lighting a cigarette. I coughed from the smoky haze surrounding us.
"So why are we driving out of our way to get them?" I said with a bit of an attitude. Ace had been driving Eyeball around for years. Occasionally Chris would grab a ride to school, but I didn't like either of them very much. Eyeball was just like Ace, and Chris was a prideful rejection of low living.
"Excuse me Princess, but I'm the one who's driving, so it's not out of OUR way it's out of MINE." Ace corrected smugly.
"But why are you driving them numbnuts?"
"Go screw."
"Ace..." I whined, slapping my hand to my forehead and dragging it down my face.
"Because I fucking feel like it alright! Jesus, would you just shut up?" Ace yelled, getting fed up with me. "You have a car, why don't you drive yourself to school... Oh that's right, you can't. Your pristine ass never learned to drive." Ace mocked.
"Eat shit." I replied. It was true, I did have a car. A powder blue, topless automobile that I fell in love with. But since no one taught me to drive, it sat in the driveway for all eternity.
We pulled up in front of the one story Chambers' residence just as Eyeball and Chris came outside. I slid over resentfully so Chris could slide in the backseat, as Eyeball hopped into the front.
"What the hell took you so long asshole?" Eyeball questioned as Ace turned around to head back to school.
"Be glad I came to pick you up at all." Ace said, taking a drag of his cigarette.
I clutched my books to my chest as I examined Chris. His greasy hair fell in front of his eyes, and his fingernails were lined with dirt. I noticed the scar on his forearm he had gotten from his dad a couple of years back. It was long and thick, and slashed through most of his forearm.
I saw a bruise swell on his eye, and his lip looked a little fuller, like a fat lip. I rolled my eyes. No doubt his father was going at it again. I then looked to Eyeball, his hands had tiny red scars that appeared to be new. I also noticed a long cut on his neck, not deep, but defiantly noticeable.
I cleared my throat as I felt guilt run through my veins. I felt guilty for disliking them based on two word conversations. But that was just how I am. It's not like they were too fond of me either. In the midst of feeling guilty, I decided to make small talk with Chris. As long as he didn't talk to me at school, it didn't hurt my reputation.
"Hey Chris..." I said awkwardly. He looked at me and mumbled a hello, then continued to looking out the window.
"Where's your truck?" I managed to ask. He looked at me silently, pain evident in his eyes, then looked back out the window.
"My old man took it for a spin this morning." He said.
"Oh..." Feeling a little bad that I had nothing else to say to him, I clutched my books tighter to my chest. I hated when he looked at me. Chris or his brother, or even Ace for that matter. It made me feel less.
"Are you still friends with Ted Duchamp?" I asked, figuring I might as well use Chris to my advantage.
"Not really." Chris muttered. I could tell that talking to me, was the last thing he wanted to do. "He's a man whore."
I suddenly laughed, remembering Rue and I saying the same. Chris looked at me oddly, then smiled.
"He can't help it." I said. Then I decided to end the conversation before I made some childish bond and tacky friendship bracelets were made.
Disclaimer: You know the drill. No Stand By Me owning over here.
Chapter 1:
High school is unlike anything else. It's a place for chaos and destruction. Your best friend in Grammar School is now sleeping with your boyfriend. High school is the most chaotic hell you'd ever have to experience. And if you've got to be in hell for four years, you might as well rule the school.
I'm the queen of Castle Rock High, with one of the worst reputations. It doesn't help that my brother was leader of the most fearsome gang in Castle Rock. I'm not like my stepbrother Ace, nor do I wish to be. But his reputation has sure helped mine along.
My mother was a very smart and helpless woman. Our beautiful home lay in the golden gates of The View. She'd been the only intelligent person in the family and married rich. When my father died, he left us everything.
On a wholesome trip into town, mother and I stopped into the Blue Point Diner, for a bite to eat. Big mistake. That is not only where she met my new, less than rich, stepfather, but that's also where I had met my new, less than charming stepbrother. Blasphemy! That diner is Satan's chamber!
A couple of months later, and Mr. Merrill became my new stepfather, and John jr. Merrill also known as Ace Merrill became my stepbrother. My life has officially been less than perfect ever since mom became Mrs. Merrill, and I became Katherine Anne Merrill. Yuck.
That was when I was in eighth grade and Ace was in tenth grade. But like the lowlife Ace is, he got left back and is now in my senior class, my first and only time, his third time. This would be a most interesting year.
Luckily, I had become the bitch of the school. A sweetheart to all boy toys, but a ruthless jerk to all females, even friends. It's hard to be Betty fucking Etiquette when your friends turned on you last year.
Last year, I had been dating and deeply in love with former flame, Ted Duchamp. He was crowed biggest male slut by Tessa (my only "real" friend) and myself. By the time he hit eleventh grade he had had every girl in the sack, including myself.
I had just told, then friend Pauline Simons of my love for Teddy, when she stole him from me. She cornered him in a bathroom stall, armed with boobs and loaded with lipgloss, and persuaded him to go for her.
My love for Teddy Duchamp was shot, but my jealousy was just beginning. Teddy was mine; he belonged to me. No one ever disrespects me like that and gets away with it. But I don't get mad; I get even.
I ran down the stairs in a tight, ankle-length black skirt and a tight black blouse, trimmed red at the collar. I had red heels and cherry lipstick on. My chocolate curls bounced in shiny ringlets as I made my way to the kitchen where Ace sat, guzzling down a glass of egg yokes and a bottle of beer.
"Having the usual, I see..." I scoffed, taking the pitcher of water from the fridge.
"Wait a minute Kitty, are you actually eating something?"" He said, just as I filled the dog dish with water from the pitcher, then put it back in the fridge. "Uh no wait, you're just getting Daisy some water. You know, you should really cut back on the air, I hear its like a thousand calories a breath." Ace sneered, placing his glass in the sink.
"Shove it." I snapped.
"Don't mess with me in the morning you bulimic bitch." Ace said, glaring at me with his stone eyes. I darted my glance right back to him, and as soon as he left the kitchen I grabbed my typical morning muffin.
"Come on Kitty..." Ace called. I stuffed my muffin in my bag. I don't like to eat in front of people, especially Ace. It was something that just made me queasy.
I grabbed my books and headed out the door, hoping into the backseat of Ace's car. He always drove me to school, considering I was never taught how to drive. It was a secret I'd try and keep forever.
"We're picking up Eyeball today..." Ace informed me.
"Ace, you need more updated friends. Hanging with lowlifes like the Chambers' isn't doing you any good." I warned him as he sped off.
"Shut your mouth Katherine." He spat, calling me my real name instead of the nickname 'Kitty' I was so used to.
"Their house is not even on the way." I whined. "Besides doesn't Chris have his own car by now?"
"Yeah, he's got a red pick up truck." Ace said, lighting a cigarette. I coughed from the smoky haze surrounding us.
"So why are we driving out of our way to get them?" I said with a bit of an attitude. Ace had been driving Eyeball around for years. Occasionally Chris would grab a ride to school, but I didn't like either of them very much. Eyeball was just like Ace, and Chris was a prideful rejection of low living.
"Excuse me Princess, but I'm the one who's driving, so it's not out of OUR way it's out of MINE." Ace corrected smugly.
"But why are you driving them numbnuts?"
"Go screw."
"Ace..." I whined, slapping my hand to my forehead and dragging it down my face.
"Because I fucking feel like it alright! Jesus, would you just shut up?" Ace yelled, getting fed up with me. "You have a car, why don't you drive yourself to school... Oh that's right, you can't. Your pristine ass never learned to drive." Ace mocked.
"Eat shit." I replied. It was true, I did have a car. A powder blue, topless automobile that I fell in love with. But since no one taught me to drive, it sat in the driveway for all eternity.
We pulled up in front of the one story Chambers' residence just as Eyeball and Chris came outside. I slid over resentfully so Chris could slide in the backseat, as Eyeball hopped into the front.
"What the hell took you so long asshole?" Eyeball questioned as Ace turned around to head back to school.
"Be glad I came to pick you up at all." Ace said, taking a drag of his cigarette.
I clutched my books to my chest as I examined Chris. His greasy hair fell in front of his eyes, and his fingernails were lined with dirt. I noticed the scar on his forearm he had gotten from his dad a couple of years back. It was long and thick, and slashed through most of his forearm.
I saw a bruise swell on his eye, and his lip looked a little fuller, like a fat lip. I rolled my eyes. No doubt his father was going at it again. I then looked to Eyeball, his hands had tiny red scars that appeared to be new. I also noticed a long cut on his neck, not deep, but defiantly noticeable.
I cleared my throat as I felt guilt run through my veins. I felt guilty for disliking them based on two word conversations. But that was just how I am. It's not like they were too fond of me either. In the midst of feeling guilty, I decided to make small talk with Chris. As long as he didn't talk to me at school, it didn't hurt my reputation.
"Hey Chris..." I said awkwardly. He looked at me and mumbled a hello, then continued to looking out the window.
"Where's your truck?" I managed to ask. He looked at me silently, pain evident in his eyes, then looked back out the window.
"My old man took it for a spin this morning." He said.
"Oh..." Feeling a little bad that I had nothing else to say to him, I clutched my books tighter to my chest. I hated when he looked at me. Chris or his brother, or even Ace for that matter. It made me feel less.
"Are you still friends with Ted Duchamp?" I asked, figuring I might as well use Chris to my advantage.
"Not really." Chris muttered. I could tell that talking to me, was the last thing he wanted to do. "He's a man whore."
I suddenly laughed, remembering Rue and I saying the same. Chris looked at me oddly, then smiled.
"He can't help it." I said. Then I decided to end the conversation before I made some childish bond and tacky friendship bracelets were made.