𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 - IT. (2017)

Chapter 13. For a Friend Group of 8

TW: use of the word "R@pe" (i'll do another TW when the part comes)

Monday, November 7th, 1991
6:01 A.M.
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~Eddie Kaspbrak~
~Eddie's Pov~

I was back at Scoops Ahoy with Richie.

We ordered our ice cream, and went to go sit down.

We were talking and laughing, and I couldn't help but keep staring at Richie's lips.

All the sudden, Richie stopped talking, and just looked at me, with a small smile on his face.

"Eddie... will you go out with m-"
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BEEP BEEP BEEP
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I blinked my eyes open, cringing at the obnoxious sound.

Oh right, school.

I groaned and rubbed my eyes, forcing myself out of the warmth of my bed.

Dragging my feet along the carpet, i got clothes from my closet and went to the bathroom to go shower.

I almost forgot about that dream.

Almost.

——————TIME SKIP——————
7:04 A.M.
Derry High School
~Bill Denbrough~

As Bill walked into school, he received dirty looks from everyone.

It was even worse when he got to his locker.

Post-It notes with horrible messages were stuck all over. Pieces of chewed up gum stuck all over the door of his locker, and crude drawings with permanent marker were scribbled here and there.

'All of this for something i didnt even do..'

Bill groaned and opened his locker.

A small folded piece of paper fell out.

TW: Use of the word "R@pe"———————

"HEY, FUTURE RAPIST!" someone called at Bill from down the hall.

Bill cringed at the harsh word, and opened the note.

"I know Clove is lying. Dont worry, I believe you. We'll figure this out sooner or later. :)
-Rockie"

Bill smiled to himself, relieved that at least SOMEONE was on his side.

He grabbed his books and mindlessly stuffed them into his knapsack.

(A/N: OR BACKPACK OR BOOKSACK WHATEVER YOU GUYS LIKE TO CALL IT💔)

He shut his locker and headed towards his first class, math.

One of the two classes he had with Stan.

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Bill peaked his head in Room 203, hoping that Stanley hadn't arrived yet.

But no, sitting front in center, was a mop of curly hair. Stanley. Of course.

Bill gripped the strap on his backpack a little tighter, anxiety gnawing at his sides, and walked in the classroom.

Stan turned at the sound of Bill's footsteps, but quickly turned back around when he saw Bill's face.

"Listen Sta-St-Stan, please... i-i know youre mad b-..but please hear me-me o-"

"No, Bill. Theres nothing for you to say. You... You kissed Clove without her consent, and when she tried to leave, you pulled her back in. Do you realise how fucking GROSS that is? You don't deserve Clove. Actually, no. You don't deserve any of us. Not Richie, not Eddie, not Ben, or Mike or me. And you certainly don't deserve Beverly. Don't talk to me ever again, and you can kindly find a seat far away from me."