~Stay cute, stutter king.~ ((Bill Denbrough x OC reader))

The beginning of the end (Amy)

Months later, the last day of school
The second the bell rang, you bet your ass I was out of there. I usually meet up with the boys that are in my usual friend group: Eddie, Stan, Richie, and, of course, Bill. But every now and then there's an opportunity to be a badass and recruit new members to the Losers Club (the loving nickname that Henry Bowers, the stereotypical bully + mullet gave us). On the last day of school, I'm so glad I got that opportunity. I saw a girl named Greta (ugly, bitchy, perfect ass-kicking material) walking into the bathroom, glaring.

"Ooh, we've got a live one...." I muttered, and followed a bit behind her. I walked into the bathroom and immediately heard "I know you're in there, slut, I can smell you." I snorted. How original. A voice from inside the stall, or, the bullied, piped up. "What is it, Greta, am I a slut? Or a little shit?" Her voice was familiar. Beverly marsh, huh? I heard some shitty rumors about her, I bet she's cool. I smiled. I already like this one. I peeked around the corner to see a pigtail-haired girl pulling a heavy-looking trash bag to the unoccupied stall beside the stall that Beverly was in. I narrowed my eyes, and stepped into view.

"Hold up, twin tails." I growled. The girl with the trash bag immediately stopped.

"Who the fuck are you." Greta spat, glaring at me.

"Well, sunshine, I'm just a fellow exterminator. Now leave."

"Who said you could talk to me like that, whore?!" Greta got angrier by the second.

"Hm...let's see here....um...I did....I did....and...oh! I did! Get. Out." Yeah, sure, I was getting cocky, but it was so fun!

"Do you want me to bash your slutty-little face in?" She said, steam basically pouring out of her ears.

"No, why would I want you to-" I was cut off by a fist connecting with my arm. "Wo-HOAH!" I laughed. "You actually went for it!" Greta smirked, acting like she'd actually hurt me. "Here's a tip: next time, go for the face." I swung around, punching her hard in the jaw. Her little followers gasped, and stepped back.

"Wh-whatever....I-I said whatever! Let's go, girls!" She ran off, her goons following her.

"Hey! Pull up your pants, I can see your dick!" I yelled after her, giggling. Through my whole ego-bumping thing, I had completely forgotten about Beverly.

"Oh, shit!" I rushed to the stall door, knocking gently. "Hey, you alright in there?" The door slowly pushed open, revealing a girl, who was totally gorgeous by the way, smiling widely.

"Shit, dude that was awesome!" She beamed. I smiled, she seemed so damn cool.

"Ah, it was really nothing. Are you okay?" I asked, a bit concerned. She laughed.

"Never better." She chuckled.

"So....Beverly Marsh, right? I've heard the rumors." I said. Her smile immediately disappeared. "They're bullshit." I said, making her smile again. "Do you have any friends?" I asked, tilting my head a bit, as we started to walk out of the bathroom.

"Nope, none." She said, clicking her tongue.

"Cool. Then I hear by invite you to hang out with me and my friends whenever you please. You'd like them, they're the coolest losers I've ever met." I smiled.

"Sounds like a crowd." She laughed. "Well, I gotta go. Thanks for everything, I hope...I'll see you again?"

"Damn straight, Bev." I winked, making her chuckle.

"Right. Well, see ya." She waved, flashing me that award-winning smile, walking off.

"All in a days work..." I muttered, and started to walk out the main entrance to meet up with the boys......