CHAPTER TWO

(Coryne's POV)

My brother, Adam, worked at a local convenience store, next to the pool hall in town and the next day when he brought me to work, I wasn't surprised to see the blonde boy and Chris standing across from each other, two feet from the entrance.

"Break it up," Adam said, stepping between the two, breaking the trance of hate between them.

"Who the hell are you?" the blonde snapped but his eyes traveled to me as I avoided his gaze.

"Hey!" Adam yelled, "Get your eyes off my sister."

"Sister, huh?" he smirked, licking his lips but Adam shoved him back.

"Adam," I sighed, placing my hand on his forearm, "Stop." He glared at the blonde but took my hand and yanked me inside. Protective older brothers are a pain.

"Hey Corey." I turned to see Chris grinning and rolled my eyes, hopping over the counter, into the back room.

"Adam," I yelled, shuffling through the boxes, "Adam!!"

"I'm right here, Corey," Adam muttered, dropping a box next to me as I jumped.

"Don't do that," I huffed, smacking him and he shook his head.

"It's in the fridge, where else would it be, Core?"

"Shut up," I growled, leaving the room. Chris and his friends weren't there but the boy with the, what seemed, fire scarred eye and Blondie were still there. "What'd you want?"

"Ooo," Blondie smirked as I walked to the back of the store, "Feisty."

"Go fuck a pole," I muttered, yanking at the door but it was jammed, "Fuckin' door. Open-."

"Talking to inanimate objects again," I heard Adam tease and I glared at him, finally freeing the door from its suction grip. Pulling out a Root Beer, I got off the cap before taking a large sip. "Better?"

"You have no idea," I sighed, looking at the bottle, "There's like an instant calming thing in these. It always works."

"I know," he laughed, ruffling my hair, "You gonna help out today or go find that kid."

"The blonde, bleck," I wrinkled my nose and he rolled his eyes.

"You know which one I'm talking about."

"Right, Chris, I should probably apologize."

"He doesn't know your morning issues," he nodded and it was my turn to roll my eyes, "It's the truth."

"Whatever, I'll be back later," I muttered, pulling on my hat.

"Why do you insist on wearing that?" he laughed, pulling it down to cover my eyes, "Makes you look like a-."

"I don't get as much trouble."

"But you get into more trouble," he smirked and I shrugged.

"You can't change the truth."

"Just try-."

"Yeah, I know, I know," I waved my hand at him, walking out the door, "I'll be back later."

"Be nice," he called before the bell sounded and I smiled, fingering the wooden handle in my pocket. Eventually, I just pulled it out and started twirling it between my fingers.

"Hey you!" someone yelled and I turned my head to see Blondie running towards me.

"Shit," I muttered, running in the opposite direction. Did I really look that different with my hat on? Or was he just a huge idiot? I think the latter. "Whoa, crap."

"Jesus," I heard someone cough as I ran into an alley, behind some crates.

"Where'd he go, Lachance?" I heard Blondie ask. Learning his name would probably be in my best interest.

"Who?"

"Don't play dumb with me-."

"Hey, I think he went that way!" someone else said and I heard feet running past me.

"You're safe." I looked up to see a skinny boy grinning at me.

"Thanks," I muttered, standing to brush myself off.

"I'm Gordie, Lachance."

"Corey," I nodded.

"No seriously, what's you name?"

"Huh?"

"Corey's a guy's name, you aren't a guy."

"Ya know," I smiled, "You're probably the first person to say that. It's refreshing."

"Wearing your hair up in that hat probably doesn't help."

"Whatever," I shrugged, "Do you know a Chris?"

"Chambers?"

"I don't know his last name," I trailed off slowly, "Uhm, blonde?"

"C'mon, even if you don't know him, I'll introduce you."

"Sounds good," I grinned, following him. He led me to a field but I stopped until he turned around.

"What?"

"Is this where you kill me and hide my body?" I asked suspicious.

"No," he laughed, pointing behind him, "We hang out in that tree house."

"Teenage boys in a tree house . . . why does that sound awkward?" He merely shook his head, starting for the ladder.

"You coming?"

"Yeah, I guess," I sighed, standing under him. He did some sort of weird knock before a trap door was opened and he jumped onto a platform, offering me his hand. Pulling me up, I was met by two boys waiting to put a table down. One of them being Chris. "Hey."

"Hey," he nodded before dropping the door shut and setting the table down.

"Obviously I missed something," the other boy, with huge glasses, stated, "I'm Teddy Duchamp."

"Corey Cameron," I smiled, taking off my hat and ruffling my hair as I looked out the window. Their tree house over looked pretty much the entire town.

"So what're you doing here?" Chris asked, dealing a hand and my head snapped to look at him.

"I had to talk to you," I muttered, twirling the knife again.

"Whoa," Teddy reached out, taking it from my hand, "Where'd you get this?"

"Some blonde kid," I shrugged. His jaw dropped and I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

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A/N: Okai, so Smartass Joker brought something very important to my attention. Unlike some, i am not a ginormous Stand By Me fan. I love it, sure, but i'm not like hella hardcore rawr...so if there are mistakes then please let me know. Cause i thought, based on watching the movie as i wrote the intro, that Ace hated Chris, but if that's not true, then please message me and tell me...i wont change the intro, but just so i know...(Unless of course, it's in the book the movie's based on The Body, then that's different cause this story is based off the movie) SO yeah, thanks for reading; please review :-)