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monday, 9 AM

eleanor's pov ;

"still can't believe that ugly retch separated us on the bus last week." max exclaimed as we laughed it off, patiently waiting in line for our breakfast. "she's just an old hag that's mad we're younger and hotter." i giggled, reaching for my cereal. 

"you like fruit loops? what are you, fruity?" dustin creeped behind us. "where's lucas?" max turned to him with concern before grabbing her cinnamon roll. i knew she and lucas had something going on between each other, but she wasn't ready to share that with me so i acted just as clueless as dustin was. luckily, will wasn't as much of an airhead as he was. 

"oh don't start-"

"lucas isn't sitting with us today, he made plans with his new friends!" dustin sarcastically mocked, he didn't seem too bright about the thought of lucas making new friends. none of us were. 

"who exactly are those new friends?" i mimicked. "the losers club, he hasn't been into DND anymore, at least ever since he met those dorks. they just sit around reading comics and playing street fighter at the arcade." will scoffed, even more jealous than dustin. 

he had abandonment issues, along with separation issues ever since he went missing. i guess he missed his mom, but let's not get into that. 

"well, no names? you expect me to understand who they are with a little description and a 'losers club' nickname to top it off?" max rolled her eyes, 50% playfully, and 50% irritated. "i hope there's no girls in there, not like i care of course."

"only beverly, she's a ginger too. i say you watch your man, since he seems to dig those kinds of girls." mike wheeler bumped in. i always tried to forget he was in our friend group, it always  made us feel awkward knowing we dated each other for years and now had to act as mutuals.

 i moved on, but clearly he didn't. "what's with the frown, el? don't worry, i'm only into brunettes." he winked at me. "i should dye my hair black then." i sighed, i wasn't the only one in discourage though, max looked pretty pissed. we made our way to a table as mike pointed to the table across ours. "that's them!" he continued. 

"beverly, the one who thinks she's all hardcore rebel. she's the knockoff of max." will whispered. 

"buh, buh, buh, bill. the stutter maniac, i guess he's their leader.

- then there's mike. he may share our mike's name, but he's nothing like him. i heard he's a butcher, and that should explain enough." he laughed, soon being interrupted by mike himself. "nah, i heard he's a soft guy from the heart, just carries a gun for the looks."

"anyway," will cleared his throat, obviously irritated by the unexpected blurt out. 

"there's eddie, the germophobe who probably eats glue. there's a rumor that stanley dated our history teacher, but i won't get into it. 

ben's just some virgin though, he's friendly so i won't go there.

and then there's richie tozier, the perverted blabbermouth. he has a thing for el!" will laughed, if only he knew. "no he doesn't-" i defended, but max soon spat back. 

"he has photos of you in his locker, there's pics of him with a boner next to you in english posted on insta, there's even a hashtag: #richietoizerxeleanorhopper on instagram with thirteen thousand views! i even heard he jacked off to you in a restroom, but that's what i heard." she giggled. my face was now painted a light shade of pink, but mike didn't seem too thrilled about it. "have you slept with him?" he asked curiously, resting his jaw on his hand.