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Once they arrive at the Bowers farm, they get off Belch's Trans Am.

"Well, so?" Victor asks, looking around.

"Not here you idiot, in the fields" Henry says, annoyed, he does not need some noisy ass neighbours to see them and report to the sheriff that his son is smoking weed. He can even imagine Butch in front of him, his voice, his angry eyes.

His cuts burn on his back.

He clenches a fist.

They need to mind their fucking business. All of them. Mrs Douglas included.

"I'll take the stuff" Patrick says, he walks towards the door with his long legs, and he disappears from the gang's view.

"What if the book is somewhere else?" Angie gets panicked, "What if it's not even at home? Maybe he destroyed it or he threw it away" She is on the verge of crying, while she starts walking back and forth, the whole situation is absurd, she is in Henry Bowers' room, probably the most dangerous person in Derry, after the infamous maniac.

And Patrick.

Well, she is not even sure about it, he does not seem to be as violent as Henry, but she felt incredibly uneasy next to him, some hours ago, at school, he even put a hand of her thigh.

What was that even about.

She stops moving, while she hears noises coming from the corridor, a creak of the wooden floor of the stairs, she gets paralyzed, it sounds like footsteps climbing the stairs, a person who is slowly coming closer. Her heart is racing in her chest, she cannot breath. Maybe it is not real, but the steps are closer...

"Shit, hide!" A voice inside her brain says, but her body does not listen. The door opens, revealing a tall boy with green, devilish eyes, a grin makes its way into his face, and, for the second time in a day, Angie is trapped by Patrick Hockstetter.
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In Mike's kitchen, Mary Sue is placing ice on Mike's ankle.

"Is it better?" She asks.

"Yes thanks, much better" He smiles for the first time, grateful.

"You don't attend Derry's High School, do you?"

"No, I attend a Catholic school, like my mom wants, but my friends go there".

"How did you meet if you go to two different schools?"

"Ehm ... well in reality I'd rather not talk about it" he laughs, embarrassed. "It's Henry's fault, but, actually, it was thanks to him that I met Bill and the others, so I must be grateful to him"

"The only good thing Bowers has done in his life" Mary Sue comments.

They burst out laughing.

"By the way, what were you doing in my street? You don't live here, do you?"

"No, in fact. I er... well, I actually have something to tell you, too"

Mary Sue looks unease. She doesn't know whether to confess her plan to Mike, she doesn't know him. She doesn't want to get her best friend in trouble by saying she sneaked into other people's houses, technically Angie is right, it's called crime. But Mike has clearly made it clear that he hates Bowers, moreover, he's friends with Richie, Angie's brother, and the other Losers.

"Ok I'll confess something, but please don't tell anyone"

Mike smiles: "Tell me"

Mary Sue briefly tells him the story. She starts laughing "Angie is wandering in Bowers' house right now, can you believe it?"

Mike freaks out: "Are you fucking serous?" He jumps to his feet, pain on his face, he forgot about his injured ankle. He grabs her by the wrist. "Your friend has to leave that house. NOW!"

"Why? You said that no one will be at home until very late" Mary Sue asks worried.

"It's not that, it's too dangerous, if something happens, please, hurry up, we need to alert your friend!"

"But your ankle..."

"MOVE, FOR GOD'S SAKE!"

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Patrick closes the door behind him. Angie has to make a great effort not to pass out on the ground. He can smell her fear even if they are feet apart.

At the moment.

"Well, what a surprise... I didn't expect to find you here" He starts, with his soft voice.

"Patrick, listen"

"Not that I dislike your presence, but I'm curious, what are you doing here hiding in his room? Bowers is one lucky guy..."

"P...please, just ..."

He approaches slowly, his legs are very long, and in a short time she finds him in front of her, his intense gaze forces the girl to lower her head. Angie realizes he is rather tall, he catches her chin with one hand, and she feels the cold of the steel of his ring against her skin. She's shivering, and she doesn't understand if it's because of the contact with the cold metal, or fear, or whatever. After seconds, or minutes, or hours, he puts his hand down, he walks toward a sort of hidden box, which she hadn't noticed before. Patrick opens it, there is a green powder, she has no idea what it is, and a copy of Playboy...and there's her book!

"If you are looking for book, it's here by the way" Patrick takes it from under the Playboys, and he stretches it out. She takes it with shaking fingers, and her hand touches his long fingers for the second time on that strange day. She would like to thank him, but her tongue is paralyzed

"You will have a way to repay more in the future, ok? Now, go home. Use the back door." He says, while he takes the green powder and walks away.

He turns, one last time, "Thanks for the pen, by the way" he grins and disappears into the darkness.

Angie is schoked.

"Why the fuck did it take it so long?" Henry asks when Patrick arrives in the field.

"Relax Bowers, you've been very tense lately. Are you thinking about your cute schoolgirl?"

He looks at him sideways to see his reaction.

"Cut the bullshit and do what you have to do" Henry says, that was a long day, he just need some weed and some rest, and Hockstetter is making everything harder.

Luckily, the gang is focused on the weed, and they don't notice Angie's long hair dancing along his shoulders as she runs at full speed, across the field, the book in her hand, as if she is running away from the devil himself.
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