Afraid || Reddie

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I burst out of the classroom alongside Beverly, still in conversation. "He said what?"

"He said that I needed to 'unlock my true historian potential'."

"And how are you supposed to do that? Is there some kind of ritual you can perform?  Here, I'll set up the pentagram then you can stand in the middle while I read: Beverly Marsh, I hereby declare you worthy of unlocking your true historian potential!"

She laughed. "Sounds good to me."

Just then Eddie and Bill burst out of the classroom diagonal theirs. "Billiam! Spaggeds!" I waved them over. "You should hear what Mr Blore was telling our chosen one here."

"W-What's he talk-talking about?" Bill said confused.

"Mr Blore was giving me a pep talk about the upcoming history test. He said I could really do well, if only I unlocked my true historian potential."

"So we're going to perform a ritual that will unlock Beverly's true potential," I declared confidently. "I need you guys to help me set up the candles and stuff. I already called dibs on doing the reading though."

"You're just gonna read off of the textbook for three hours?"

"Now you're getting it Eds."

He rolled his eyes. "That is such a stupid plan."

"Stupid is the best kind of plan."

"It's called a stupid plan for a reason, Richie."

"Yeah, stupid- Super Triple-smart Ultra Plan I Did."

"Triple smart is two words."

"Is not."

"Yeah it is," Stan butted in with Ben tagging along behind him.

"Just cause you're in the smart history class, Stan, doesn't mean you can correct me for my English. And it's definitely one word."

"I'm in the top English class too," He pointed out and I rolled my eyes.

"Alright, no need to be a show off about it."

"Are we still going to the clubhouse?" Ben asked.

"That's to-tomorr-morrow."

"Oh..."

"Yeah, we've all gotta study for the history test tomorrow," Bev reminded him.

"Why don't we all just study together then?"

"Because," Stan reasoned, "If we're all together then no one is ever going to study."

"True."

We all squeezed through the school's front doors, trying to stay together. "Aw, what?" I whined. "I need someone to help me study!"

"Why? Everyone else can study on their own."

"Because, Stanley, I'll never get any studying done on my own. I need someone to keep me on track."

"Well find someone else, because I'm not helping you."

"What? Why not?"

"Because last time you asked me to help you study you brought over a your Walkman speakers and started making up shitty Queen covers."

"For study purposes!" I protested.

"How does that thing you call a singing voice help you study?" He asked in disbelief.

"I already told you. You turn the study notes into songs and then sing the crap out of them until they're stuck in your head."

"But it's annoying."