My Fool

Chapter 2 - Backfired

Sam's P.O.V
It's been about a week since it all happened. Aaron's bruises has disappeared partly, and he feels mostly secure at home. However, Corey has seemed to become quite distant. Even Devyn, his girlfriend, says so. She tries to have long conversations with him just like before, before all this happened, but he easily tense up and become a little irritated whenever she tries. He's never done something like this, up until the whole accident happened. Devyn isn't aware of what's happened, which is why she doesn't understand his behavior at the moment.

I decide to go and talk to him about it, since it feels like it's quite important. If he keeps this up he'll become so distant that he might loose his closest friends. I know he doesn't want that to happen.

I knock gently onto his room's door, and I could hear lazy footsteps approaching the door. He opens the door slowly but surely, and meet's with my eyes. He sighs and was about to close it again, however I prevented him by putting my hand against the surface of the door.

"Sam, not now" he mutters. However, I didn't listen.
"No, Corey- we need to have a talk" I say, serious. He stops trying to push the door shut, and starts opening it again, looking at me with a confused expression.

"Wait, what? Why?" He asks, genuinely confused. I was genuinely surprised to see him this clueless of what I was referring too when he's been doing it this whole time. For a split second, I also saw fear within his eyes. I decided to ignore that though.

"You're not acting like yourself lately.." I start softly. Corey's brows furrows and he looks down at the floor slightly. I now knew that he knew what I was referring to. He invites me into his room, and closes the door afterwards.

"Sam.. ever since Aaron was kidnapped, I'm constantly scared that Colby will come back for round two.." He explains gently. I sat down on the king sized bed and looked at Corey. He stood there, looking down at the fluffy rug beneath his bare feet.

"But it's been a week, Corey. I haven't seen or heard of Colby since that accident" I tried. Apparently, the way I try to assure people never actually work. Corey just avoided my eyes as much as possible.

"Okay, I get that you're worried about it all, of course. But you need to relax a little bit. I can ensure you that Colby.. or Cole, rather, won't bother us again-" I try. However, Corey interrupted me by laughing in that evil, sarcastic way when he believes someone's being ignorant. It kinda triggers me usually, however, this time I remained calm.

"How can you be so sure about that, Sam? Don't ensure things that you can't promise" Corey speaks, clearly getting to that slightly irritated state again. I look down at my hands and try to come up with something to say to him. Something a little bit more soothing. However, all I could come up with was:

"Should there be a reason for Colby to come back, Corey?"
And again, for that split second, Corey looked at me as if I knew something I wasn't supposed to know. It kinda made me a little bit suspicious. No, it made me question a lot of things. This time I did not look past it.

"Corey... should there be a reason?" I repeat, slowing down the words a little. Making eye contact with him in a serious way. Corey turns and averts away from me completely. I stand up this time around.

"Corey-"
"I've made something terribly wrong, Sam" Corey quickly spoke. I was caught by extreme surprise thanks to his words, and the way he said them. His voice shaking in a scared way. My heart starts beating slightly faster as Corey hesitantly met my eyes again. He looked so scared.

"Corey.. what have you done?" I ask slowly, in a whisper almost. He paused for a really long time before he was about to admit what he had done- however something- or rather someone, burst the front doors open. Interrupting our conversation. Me and Corey get's startled, and it's only me and Corey home at the moment. Aaron is with Jake, and won't be back till later today. Me and Corey rush out the room and downstairs, only to see one familiar brown-haired, blue eyed boy stand in the middle of the corridor.