Wonders, Wonders, Wonders.

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The bell rung, that means, lunch.

Most kids at his school didn't like school, but only because of one person, Henry Bowers, the schools well-known bully, he's been held back four different times in the same grade (10th).

We'll get to him later, for now, we'll focus on Richie.
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Richie was in the bathroom, the one closet to the lunch area, so when we heard the bell, he sprinted outside towards the tables, the one closet to the flower garden.

Kids filled in the tables like sheep in a pin, his friend Beverly soon joined him at the table.

"What the fuck dude? You skipped class?"

"Uh duh! I had to get here early!"

"Why- oh yeah." Beverly rolled her eyes.

"Oh yeah what, Beverly?" Richie said looking at her, with an eyebrow raised.

"I just don't see what's so good about him, I mean like you would have a chance with him. "

"What? You don't believe in me? Wow, how cruel bev!" Richie said in an English accent.

"Oh now don't do that!"

"W- oh, oh look! Here he comes- wait don't look! Stop looking!" Richie turned Beverly's head, facing the trees.

"I wasn't even looking at him!?"

"Shut up!" Richie said, honestly trying his hardest not to look at him, his crush to be exact.

"Man fuck you, I'm going to the bathroom." Beverly told Richie, rolling her eyes.

"Y-Yeah okay!"

Beverly got up, speed walking to the bathrooms inside.

Richie turned his head ever so slightly, just enough to look at him.

Of course he had to be sitting the opposite way of Richie, what the fuck man.

Richie sighed, as he watched someone in front of his crush, look at him then the whisperers started, almost like a game of telephone went around the table, till it reached the small boy in the pink sweater.

The boy turned around, meeting Richie, eye to eye.

"What? What are you looking at?" He said

"Oh- uh-"

"Hm?"

"N-Nothing!"

"That's what I thought." The boy said, turning back around with an eye roll.

Richie took his glasses off and covered his face.

Fuck why did he have to be to awkward? He honestly could have said 'you, cutie', but no, he didn't.

Richie got up and took his bag with him, to the table in front of the one he was sitting at, he took Beverly's things as well, don't worry about that.

He only did that just to look at his crush, to not be so obvious.

So there Richie sat, staring at him again.

The other boy that sat in front of his crush, met Richie's eyes, once again, so then there went that game in telephone, until it reached his crush.

He watched him stand up, and turn around, he walked to Richie's table and sat in front of him, with his arms crossed, of course.

"Why are you staring at me!" He said, sternly.

'Oh shit, fuck, wheres Beverly!' Richie thought.

"Answer me!" He said.

"Well- uhm-" Richie could feel himself blushing all over.