Bad Enough 4 You

Chapters 8

Corey spat blood at at the wall, smirking at his attacker who had punched him.

"Come on you peice of sh*t, fight back" James challenged him. Corey dodged him this time when he swung, and upper cut him. James coughed and stumbled back. He glared up him. "You son of a b*tch! Do you think your better than us? Because your Daddy has money?" He exclaimed angrily.

"And your fighting me because yours doesn't?" Corey spat back. James turned red with anger and swung. Corey didn't dodge in time and was hit in the shoulder. He grunted but still grinned.

"You @ssh#le! You act like your a street thug but you don't even know what it's like to live on the streets!" James exclaimed. Trying to take another swing, but Corey dodged, came back up and threw a punch across his face. Then came back to his boxing stance. "You don't know what it's like..." James said weakly, tears starting to pool at his eyes, "Kenna... shes.." he trailed and stood. He glared and wiped the blood from his chin. A few tears trailed down but that was it. He started to Corey again to attack. Corey stepped forward too, but was then held back by an arm. He looked behind him to see Kin. He shook his head. Kon stepped in too, in between Corey and James.

"We gotta go," Kin said. Corey creased his eyebrows, and Kin nodded. The leader sighed and looked at James again.

"Well this was fun, but I gotta go, duty calls," he said sarcastically. Kon walked behind so James wouldn't try anything funny. But the boy left behind still shouted crude insults.

"Yeah run with your little possy Riffin! Having your boys protecting you! Coward!" James shouted. The boys, however, ignored him, and continued walking.

They made their way to the back of the school. It was 5:56. The client would be there in a few minutes. Corey told Kon to check the merchandise.

Kin leaned against the wall, then turning to his best friend. Corey did the same.

"So what the hell was that about?" He asked. Kin narrowed his eyes on the band leader. Corey sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Not too sure," he answered honestly, "I was just starting to meet up with you and Kon, I turn around and boom, I get a fist in my face," Corey explained. Kin studied him for a moment.

"So you got that bruise then?" He asked, adjusting his glasses.

Well this was awkward. What would he tell Kin? He was the only friend he told about his father when they were younger... Kin probably thought he was beating him again. He wasn't, Dr. Lucas Riffin was just being douche bag.

"Yeah... it was James, that's all," Corey answered blunty. Kin frowned.

"Corey, seriously if anything going on-"

"Good God what is this? Dr. F#ck!n Phil? Kin I'm fine let it go," Corey snapped. Then Kon started over to the two with two duffel bags. He dropped them near their feet.

"Uhh did I miss something?" Kon raised an eyebrow. Kin shook his head.

"Nah man.. it's nothing," Corey answered. He nodded past him,"there here, come on." Corey pushed off the wall. The other two followed. They stopped under a large tree.

About five other boys stood under the large oak as well. The larger group were considered junkies of Peaceville. They were in a different school program near Toronto. It was basically for poor kids. Toronto was about 20 minutes away so they came here for a good reason.

The boy in the front came up first. His name was Harley. Harley Gernadé. He was half Canadian and his other half was Latino, from his father's side. Harley had been one Corey's best customers for some time. Except when Corey forgot a payment last week. Harley sent him money but Corey didn't send his shipment. That's why they were meeting in person this time.