Your dirty little secret - Reddie

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The whole ride to school neither boy said anything to each other. Eddie casted a few glances at Richie, pity in his eyes and face. One side of Richie's face was bright red from the slapping he'd been through earlier that morning.

At school, they met up with the group. No one mentioned the shade difference on the joking boys face. Eddie gave the group a look before Richie noticed the odd expressions on their faces.

"So Friday night, right Bill?" Mike turned to face him. "Yeah, w-we can do f-Friday f-for the s-sl-sleepover right g-guys?" Bill stuttered. The group spoke excitedly and give a collective "yes".

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After school, Bowers and his friends approached Richie while he walked over to his bike, "What's up loser? Ready for round two of your ass getting beat, faggot?" Richie froze. The boys pushed him off of his bike and punched him a couple times, causing his glasses to crack on one side, before a police officer pulled up and began to yell at them. How lucky he was to have a police officer going around the school on patrol.

Richie got back on his bike and kicked off. He went straight to Stan's house. Stan opens the door, confused to see the boy standing in front of him, "What happened to you? You're glasses! Did you fall or some shit?"

Richie pushed past him and walked up to Stans room with Stanley following close behind. "Hey what the fuck dude! I didn't say you could come in!" The two boys walked into the room. Stan shut the door behind him.

"Do you remember last summer? Everything that happened?" Richie said as he sat down on Stanley's bed. Stan sat on his desk chair, "Nope, I think getting my hand slit open with a piece of glass knocked it out of my brain!" Stan rolled his eyes. Richie took a deep breath.

"This is kinda weighing me down since they bully me about it all the time and I need you to be on my side and not tell anyone that I told you this and if they ask I need you to back me up, okay?!"

" Whoa,..Slow the fuck down! I'm not on your side for anything! Now what are you talking about?" Stan pulled one of his legs under him in his chair. Richie exhaled aggressively, "Bowers calls me names when you guys aren't around. Not like trash mouth. Other names. I just want you to say that they aren't true if he ever says it in front of you guys."

"What names?" Stan looked intrigued. Richie rolled his eyes, "I don't think the names are important!"

"Well are they true or not?" Richie looked down at the floor. He muttered, "yes" under his breath. Stan pulled his other leg up and crisscrossed them in his chair, "Holy shit! What names?" Richie took off his glasses, "That doesn't matter! Just back me up if that happens, okay?"

"Okay fine! But if that happens then you better explain yourself later!" Stan turned in his chair, "I'm gonna do my homework so if you want help with yours you can stay but if not get out of my house trash mouth."

"Yeah,Yeah whatever asshole, see you later!" Richie rolled his eyes as he stood up and grabbed his backpack. "Going to Eddie's?" Stan said without looking up from his homework paper. Richie smiled, "Yeah probably."

"Close the door on your way out loser!" Stan laughed. Richie slammed the door Aggressively. "Asshole!" Stan yelled as Richie ran down the stairs and got on his bike. He kicked off towards Eddie's house.