henry bowers x reader || NOT SO BAD

rumors

"Bev! Wake the fuck up. " I say, throwing the white pillow that sat at the end of her bed at the girls face.

She groans, rolling onto her side, covering her face with the duvet more. "We're gonna be late!"

I grab Beverly's arm, pulling her onto the ground. She lands with a thud. "Stop! I'll get up."

Rolling my eyes at my sister I walk back into my room, grabbing my backpack.

I really wasn't ready for another day of school.

Bev walks out of her room, staring at me. "Can we go now?"

She nods her head, probably still to tired to talk.

Grabbing my keys off the kitchen counter I make my way towards my car outside.

We could luckily be as loud as we wanted in the morning considering dad was never here until the afternoon.

I connect my phone to the radio pressing play on my favorite song. "Ew. Turn that off. " Bev says, making a face of disgust. In reply I just glare at her, turning my car on.

"Why are you so bitchy this morning?" I question trying to keep my eyes on the road.

She rolls her eyes, digging into her backpack ignoring me.

I just focus back on the road. She obviously didn't want to talk to me.

Seriously, who pissed in her cornflakes?

We get to school after a painfully awkward drive.

As I walk into the school everyone just stared at me, whispering.

I furrow my eyebrows. People hate me, yeah but they never acted like this. "Damn. What'd you do now?"

Rolling my eyes as I look over to Richie, I put my stuff into my locker. "I don't know. That's the thing. "

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵.

"What the fuck. "

Richie looks at me, confused before looking into my locker. There sat a paper note. "Okay, seriously what did you do?" Bev says, staring at the note.

Grabbing the note I crumble it into my hand. "I. Don't. Know. "

Hearing everyone whisper around me pushed me to my breaking point. As my eyes teared up I ran to the bathroom, locking myself into Bevs stall she usually stayed in.

A few girls walked in a few moments later. One of them was gretta. I could recognize that squeaky voice anywhere.

The girls giggle at something one of them said. "Both her and her sister are sluts. "

I put my head in my hands, not wanting to hear what they say next.

"Wait what happened?" One of the girls ask. This peaked my interest, suddenly listening. "You didn't hear? She went down on Patrick. " gretta says, whispering the last part.

My eyes widen. I did what? "You know. If you're gonna spread rumors at least make sure their true. "

All the girls turned towards me once I stepped out of the stall.

"Oh my god. The slut herself. "

"Gretta, I'm sure your daddy wouldn't be happy hearing about how you had sex with Victor last year. Would he?" I question, swinging my backpack over my shoulder.

Her eyes widen as she stops putting on her lip gloss. "How did you know about that. "

I roll my eyes. How dumb is she? "I was dating one of his best friends, dumbass. Also, me and Victor were 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 close. " I say, making sure to emphasize the very just to make her mad.

She just simply looks at the other girls, wide eyed. "Girls, let's go. This slut isn't worth our time. "

I shrug at her comment letting her walk out of the bathroom. I had other things to take care of anyways.