Dollface

Jealous Part 1

New girls where not easy to come across in a little town like Derry. Of course every once in a while one would come along and offset the natural balance that the town had. It never lasted long. 2, maybe 3 weeks at most before she would lose that shiny new feeling that all the boys pined for and fade into the scenery of the town, just as plain and boring as the rest of the girls that lived there.

Henry Bowers scowled as he made his way through the hall of Derry High. He shoved people aside with his elbow harshly as he and his gang made there way past. "Watch it, Tozier. Wouldn't wanna lose those now would you?" Patrick Hockstetter laughed sadistically as he held the smaller boys coke bottle Lensed glasses over his head. Richie groaned in annoyance, jumping to snatch them from the bigger boy but of course coming out unsuccessful.

"Why can't you ever just fuck off, Hockstetter?" Richie questioned, anger bubbling in his stomach from his bully's constant harassment. The taller boy leaned down, his face only inches from Richies as he spoke. "Well where's the fun in that, Tozier?" He snickered, tapping the edge of Richies glasses against his four head with a thunk. Richie clenched his fists at his sides, he hated Hockstetter with a burning passion. He couldn't wait till the day that he graduated and was finally out of his hair, not that Richie was totally confident that the bully was capable of graduating.

"Boys-" a female voice boomed from a few feet away. Mrs. Harrison, always killing Patrick's fun. "Don't you have something more productive to do with your time, Mr. Hockstetter?" She spat as the glasses which had just been stolen where quickly snatched from his hands. The older women scowled down at the bully, her wrinkled old face twisting in disgust as she slowly handed Richie Tozier back his glasses. He nodded graciously before quickly scurrying off down the hallway in hopes of making it to class before the bell. Patrick, who didn't much care about the bell, or anything for that matter stood in place staring back at her.

After a moment of standstill, Mrs. Harrison gave him one last awful glance before she headed back to her classroom to begin her lesson. "Bitch" Patrick coughed under his breath, clearly agitated by the women's interference in his activity's. As Patrick turned back around to join his friends he quickly noticed them all staring down the hall in the opposite direction. His eyebrows knit together in confusion as he stalked his way over to see what they were all gawking at.

As he followed there gaze his eyes landed on a girl that he had never seen before. She was digging through her backpack as she stood at her locker. "Who the hell is that?" Victor questioned, his eyes wondering over the girl from head to toe. Belch shrugged in response without breaking his stare, clearly interested in the new creature that now occupied there halls. "Thank god she's easy on the eyes. I couldn't stand to look at another cow walking around Derry." Henry chuckled.

The girl tossed her backpack over her shoulder, shrugging it into place as she pushed her locker closed. She turned, now facing there direction as she quickly noticed the group of boys. She cocked her head to the side in confusion as she noticed them staring, confused as to why they had so much interest in her. She looked from left to right making sure it was in fact her that they were looking at before returning her gaze to the gang. "Is there stuff on my face or something?" She giggled, clearly amused by there attention.

The boys quickly realized how obvious they were making it and tried there best to find something else to look at. The girl giggled once again at there behavior before heading off down the hallway to make it to her class. Victors eyes followed the girl, not caring if she saw, a smirk plastered across his face. "Fucking creep" Belch laughed, elbowing the blonde in the side to release him from his trance. "Fuck off" Criss replied, scowling at his friend as he elbowed him back. Patrick's friends eyes feel on him. He usually always had something creepy or perverted to say. The dark hair boy only shrugged.

"Not my type."