Chapter 10

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Today was the first day back from Spring Break and Richie had just met up with Bill at the end of his driveway. Bill is great, but he misses riding to school with Eddie and hearing his trash talk about his mom the whole time.

He was getting his stuff for world history and chemistry when Ben came over to his locker. "Hey, Ben!" Richie smiled, leaning against his locker.

"Can we all come over to your house tonight? We want to have a game night."

"Of course and also, I'm really sorry about Saturday. I got caught up in my emotions."

"It's okay. It must suck to love someone who doesn't love you back." Ben said.

"Yeah, it does," Richie said looking down at his feet, wanting this topic to be over. Luckily he was saved by the bell.

"Shit I gotta go to chemistry before Mr. Learn kills me." Ben sighed, starting to walk away.

"Bye Benny boy!" Richie yelled.

Ben flipped him off with an eye roll. "Bye Trasmouth!"

When he turned around Beverly was standing there. "So are we coming over?"

He jumped. "Holy shit- you can't scare me like that Bev, but yes."

"Do you have any camels? My aunt confiscated mine because I'm apparently "grounded." I don't even know why though."

Richie rolled his eyes. "Here." He handed her the pack. "But you are repaying me. That's my last pack."

"Deal." She stated. "Well, bye loser!"

"Bye Bev my love. My dear love!" Richie exclaimed dramatically.

"Will you shut the fuck up before I make Ben kill you with poetry!" She yelled. He stifled a laugh before turning on his heel and walking to history.

***

Eddie was packing up his stuff when Stanley walked over. "Hey, Eddie!"

"Hello?" Eddie said cautiously. His friends had been ignoring him for two weeks.

"Do you want to come over to Richies tonight?"

"No. I'm not going over there." Eddie stated simply. He was not going to see the guy that was ruining his healthy relationship.

"Eddie please," Stan begged. "You don't have to talk to him. Just hang out with us."

"It's not that easy Stan. You wouldn't get it because you are in a perfect relationship with Bill."

"What are you saying?" Stan questioned, confused.

"Nothing! I'm saying nothing! I'm not going, Stan." Stan frowned. "Look you can leave me for him, but don't expect me to hang out with him."

"Fine Kaspbrak." Stan sassed.

"Drop the sass, Uris." He spat.

Stan started to walk away before turning on his heel to face Eddie. "By the way. He misses you and was the one that requested for you to be invited."

Eddie wanted to do nothing more than to disappear at that moment. Richie did still care about him. Should he go or should he not? Why was this so confusing!

"Hey, babe!" Stephanie smiled brightly as she ran over to him.

"Hi? Why are you in such a good mood right now?" Eddie questioned confused.

"Do you want to skip class?" She smirked. "And can we go on a date tonight?"

"I- um- I can-. You know what sure. And I have plans for tonight so we can't." Eddie smiled.

"Great!" She kissed him quickly before quickly grabbing his hand and practically dragging him outside.

Beverly Marsh and Ashley Tozier rolled their eyes. When Eddie saw them he stopped. Escaping her grip and walking over to them. "Well if it isn't Eddie Kaspbrak." Ash spat.

"Cool it, Tozier." He spat.

"Hey, Eddie." Beverly smiled giving him a short wave.

"Hi, Bev." He smiled before turning over to Ash who was practically a spitting image of Richie. "I just came over to tell you that I'm coming over tonight so cool the sass."

"Brilliant!" Beverly smiled, but Ash on the other hand was more serious.

"Look Kaspbrak. My brother is doing fine without you I swear to god, if you cause problems again, I'm going to kill you. He's a person too and by the way, he is not self-centered at all, he is one of the most caring people I have ever met. He also tells me everything so I will find out if you fuck up Kasprak. Got it?"

Eddie nodded and walked away and to Stephanie who was waiting and turns out skipping class with Stephanie is making out the whole class period.

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