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Camp Redwood - Chapter 5

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Camp Redwood

Chapter 5

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“Shit man, what the fuck?” The boy who had teased him before was staring at seven with a look of contempt.

“There are five of you and there are 6 per room, therefor, he is in with you.”  

“Dude! I don’t want to room with it!” The boy snarled spiting in Joey’s direction as he spoke.  Joey could agree on that bit, he didn't want to room with the boy either. He sent a pleading look at seven which went unoticed so he went back to awkwardly toeing the dirt.

“Too Bad.” Seven said listlessly examining his fingernails with minimal interest, showing how bored he was of listening to the boy complain. "There are no other rooms and you are the only group of 5."

“It’s not fucking fair!" Oh boy, the kid was still not done. "I'm sure that's a chick, surely she should be with the rest of the girls!"

“Deal with it kid." 4 flipped him off and used the same finger to point towards the stairs, signifying the end of his willingness to put up with the kid’s bullshit arguing and his desire for him to go away.

“My aunt will be hearing about this!” the kid spat and tore his bag up off the ground, ramming Joey harshly with his shoulder as he passed by him to get to the stairs. The ram caused Joey to over balance and fall to the dirt.

The kid and his four lackeys trotting along behind him, sent sneering laughs in Joey’s direction as they went.  

4 walked up to Joey and gave him a hand up. “Hey man, just ignore Corey. He thinks he’s tough shit, but really he’s just a total pussy.”  

"You know him...?" Joey looked up with a pitying look.

"A family friend." he snorted as he said the friend part. "Sometimes I wonder if his own family even likes him." 4 stared thoughtfully at the door. "He doesn't exactly make it easy."

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*THUNK*

“Ouch! Fuck you Shawn! You take that one!” someone yelled.

“Hell.Fucking.No shitstick, I already put my stuff on this one!" Another person whom Joey assumed was Shawn yelled back.

“Oh for fuck’s sake Chris! Take the goddamn bed and shut the fuck up.” Growled a third voice.

“Go Fuck your mum Josh!” Chris shouted back.

“Been there. Done that.” Drawled a voice, close to the door that Joey recognised as being Corey’s.

Then there was a rustle of clothing followed by a groan of pain and then…  “Enough.” A fourth voice, laced with an Italian accent stated calmly. Another thunk. This time sounding suspiciously like a body being dropped on the floor.  

“Sorry Paul.” Chris wheezed. The wheeze was followed by something that sounded like scrambling. Joey figured Chris was the one that had been dropped.

It was in this moment Joey decided that he was pretty damn sure he didn’t want to walk into the room lest something as such was to happen to him.  Which he guessed was pretty damn likely, judging on how they had treated him before. Unfortunately for him though, just as he started to walk away, the door swung open revealing a rather surprised looking Corey. The surprise quickly turned contempt and the door was on it's way to being closed again.

However it was kicked open again by 4 who had thankfully carried Joey's suitcase up the flight of stairs and directed him to the room.

"None of that shit now mate." 4 gave the blonde a glare and pointed a finger at him.

Corey grunted in resignation and stepped aside for 4 to walk in with the suitcase. Joey slinked along behind him, using him as somewhat of a  meat shield.

"Which bed is free?" Oh dear, the bed question. The fight started up again.

"Lets wrestle for it!" Chris shouted.

"IT'S MY FUCKING BED! JUST TAKE THE OTHER ONE!"

*THUNK*

Paul had just thrown a boot into the mix and it had conked into Chris' head, knocking the kid unconcious. Shawn stared down at him and then back at Paul. "Huh." He nodded in aproval. "Nice shot dude."

"Why thank you." Paul in the top bunk of the bed in the right hand corner reclined with his arms behind his head looking smug. 4 just raised an eyebrow, grabbed the unconscious kid by the foot and dragged him into the bottom bunk on the opposite side. Josh took the bed opposite under Paul and Shawn took the bed he wanted all along, the top bunk above unconscious Chris.

Joey gulped, that left the last bunk to him and Corey...

"Which bunk do y -" Joey was cut off.

"JUST TAKE THE TOP." Corey hissed, tossing his shit into the bottom bunk.

Oh god... The top bunk, Joey was sure the blonde was going to choose that bed... he on the other hand was dead afraid of heights and the bed's banister looked just about to break off. What if he fell off and died? Well he was probably over thinking it but still... It could happen.

4 chose that moment to pull Joey of the floor and toss him into the bunk. Joey yelped and quickly gripped the bed sides tightly, sending a glare at 4 who seem to be in a people tossing mood today.

"There all sorted." 4 pretended to dust off his hands. "You guys have 5 minutes to get your beds set up before you need to be in the common room. With that he turned around and strolled out the door. The bang of the closing door felt like a death sentence. Sealing him in a room full of sharks out for blood.

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Outside the door Mick was leaning against the stair railing with his arms crossed and legs crossed at the ankles.

"Do you think he'll survive in there?" Mick asked sceptically as Jim closed the door behind him.

"Corey won't dare do anything drastic with witnesses around. Even if they are his friends."

Mick snorted "Forgive me if I don't take that as a reassurance."
So it's been for ever and I decided to write this quickly, sorry that I haven't got more done but hey, at least it's something.
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Yup, still love it.