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THE LATE MORNING SUN BEAMED DOWN ON THE LOSERS CLUB, as they pedaled their bicycles over the rugged trail that would lead to the quarry. Despite the serene landscape that encompassed them, their conversation was anything but peaceful.
For Eddie and Richie, once again, were at the other's throat.
Richie had provoked the pointless conversation as they had cycled down Amelia's neighborhood street, about how puny it was for her to lug around an additional inhaler for Eddie. Of course, rather than allow Amelia even a slight remark in return, Eddie had started clamoring at Richie from across the road.
And from that time, the two boys had brawled through their shrieks and excessive utilization of swear words. The remainder of them merely pedaled on, disregarding the pair that had drifted behind them on the pathway. Although, Ben persisted on with sparing uneasy glimpses back and inquired to Amelia about them, in which she reassured it was 'a frequent occurrence that required little concern from them'.
Fortunately for everyone, they presently pedaled up on the opening of the trail that spanned out across the silent quarry. Everyone departed their bicycles and positioned it wherever in the shrubs or amongst the rocks. Almost immediately, the boys started yanking off their shorts and tees while clumsily barreling towards the tip of the jagged cliff, allowing the sole girl to timidly slink off her sport shorts out of their view.
"W-W-Who volunteers t-to jump f-f-first?" Bill inquired from above her bent head and she wrangled off the shorts, placing them into her bag suspended on her bike's handlebar.
"I propose a loogie war," Richie retorted, his tone indicating at the sly smirk that was presumably coated on his face that moment, "Whoever throws it the farthest distance will be the one to jump, as always."
The breeze fluttered back her amber ringlets once she rose up from alongside her bicycle, dubiously wrangling off her tattered tee-shirt. All the boys leant over the edge of the cliff in front of her, propelling their mustered loogies over it and into the water below - a custom they had performed following the initial time they came to the quarry in the summer of third grade.
"That was horrible and fucking disgraceful. I name myself the obvious winner," Richie clamored, his voice reverberating across the expanse, "See 'ya losers."
"Um, no, no, did you not see the loogie I literally just threw? It was the farthest, by far, you ass," Eddie was swift to dispute as Richie called back to the astray girl while disregarding his remark.
Eddie rolled his eyes as Richie twirled away from him to glance behind at Amelia, whose cheeks were dusted in a crimson now as the two boys now gawked at her. For Eddie, he had never seen a girl in solely her undergarments and it nearly prompted him to stumble back and over the edge in a flustered mess. Every previous summer when they had come to the quarry, Amelia had simply remained donned in a tee-shirt and shorts.
