Are You Sure? ~Riddie~

Chapter One

richie looked at eddie, studying the side of his face. he had little freckles and long dark eyelashes. his arm had a pale spot from where he had his cast. math sucked ass, so he never plaid attention in it.

"richie, can you please tell us the answer? or are you too busy day dreaming?" the teacher, mrs. calsworth, asked giving him a serious look. "i would mrs. cal, but you see i'm just so tired of this class, i don't know if i can." richie said, giving her a small smirk. "that's fine sir, i hope you can answer the questions on the worksheet you'll have in detention." she gave him the same small smirk. he huffed and looked back at eddie. he was looking straight at him. richie quickly turned his head, feeling heat rush to his face.

he pushed his glasses up and looked at eddie though the corner of his eye. his little cheeks had a light pink tint. richie looked at the clock and it read 11:57, which meant it was almost lunch. those three minutes went by painfully slow. finally the bell rung and the trash mouth grabbed his stuff. he went to his locker to put his math books away and get his science books and his lunch money. as he began to walk someone put their foot out, tripping him. his books when on the floor, as did the money. he pushed his glasses up and saw henry bowers and his little gang of bullies. (i know he's dead, but ehh) richie pushed him self up and started to get his stuff. as he reached out to get the money, henry quickly grabbed it.

          "listen shit head! that's my money, so why don't you let your mommy pack you lunch! oh wait that's right, no mom!" richie said giving him a mad glare. "shut the hell up four eyes! i do want u and you can't stop me, neither can all of your retarded friends, you faggot!" richie hated that word. It was like all cuss words out together, in his eyes anyway. "take that back" he murmured, he was getting angry. "no you faggot, i'm not taking shit back." henry said smiling evilly.

          richie couldn't take it anymore. he jumped up a little and hit him right on the nose. he fell back into one of his friends, victor criss, making him fall as well. henry dropped the money to hold his nose, and as soon as it hit the ground, richie grabbed it and the rest of his stuff and ran to the cafeteria. he sat with his friends, known as the losers at school.

           the group had seven members in all, but two of them weren't with them at the moment. mike was home schooled, and beverly had to move in with her aunt. but there was still bill, ben, stan, and eddie. "where the hell have you been?" eddie asked in his childish voice. "y-y-yeah you're never late for l-lunch." bill stuttered. "henry took my money, but i got it back." richie smiled as they all looked at him. "r-r-r-really?" bill said looking stunned. "yep! knocked him hard on the nose and made him fall back onto victor criss!" richie snorted. he looked over at Eddie and saw his face.

          he didn't look happy, his face looked upset and tired. "what's up eddie spaghetti? you look like your fat mom just-" eddie spoke before he could finish. "i don't wanna talk about, ok?" eddie said in a stern tone. "okay, okay geez ed's, calm down." eddie looked annoyed now. "don't call me that!".