{Highest Rankings: #1 in Bill Skarsgard & Pennywise}
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"He's a mystery, but with a mystery comes the unknown."
She thought he was an imaginary friend from her childhood. When he kidnaps her years later, she realizes she was dead wrong.
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Bill growled silently, as his back was still facing Henry, his face turned to the side. "What for, Bowers?" Bill asked questionably, as his eyebrows furrowed. Henry only walked closer, standing tall.
"None of your business, Denbrough," Henry responded, as he tilted his head. The boys looked at both Bill and Henry, wondering what was going to happen between them— and so was I. I remained standing there, opening my eyes as the tension spread in the room. And the only thought that could go to my head was mutual, and something that we all were asking ourselves — how would this end?
"Bill, get out," I whispered, my teeth getting together as I shook. I didn't want him to leave, I didn't want him to leave at all. I wanted him to stay for God's sake. But the choice was; if he stays, he gets hurt, and all because of me.
"N-No, I'm not just going to leave you here with this abusive c-coward-" Bill started talking, as I soon cut him off. My eyes widened, as my eyes became watery. This wasn't going to end well.
"Bill, just go," I demanded him, my foot lightly stomping the ground as the boys looked at me with confusion. They thought that I wanted them to stay— that I needed them to stay, and I did. But they couldn't see that.
"Leave," I told the boys, as they all looked at each other. Bill's face looked different; it looked like he was humiliated— disgusted. Bill soon grabbed his lunchbox that was sitting on the floor, as his face became straight. The boys shook their heads in disapproval but continued to leave with Bill. And they never said a word, never looking at me.
"Well, if we aren't alone," Henry said, a smirk forming its way to his face. I turned around slowly, my eyes filled with anger as my hands balled into fists at my sides.
"What do you want?" I asked, my face turning red. I wasn't scared of him—I was far scared of him. I walked closer to him, his face now hovering over me.
"C'mon, don't be like that. It's obvious that you didn't want those losers, you need someone worth your time." Henry snorted, his arm making its way around my waist. This was it, but I couldn't break my calm.
"Just tell me what you want, and leave." I raised my voice, as I backed up, his hand falling to his side as he lost touch with my skin. He raised his eyebrow.
"You're a little feisty one, aren't you?" Henry winked, as he walked closer to me. "It looks like to me that you're choosing me over that stuttering geek, and his little Jew friends." Henry tilted his head, his smirk only growing wider.
At this point, I had lost what I had left of my self-control. Maybe it was because of that smirk of his— or maybe it was because he had just insulted Bill, as well as my long-time best friends.
"You shut your mouth, Henry Bowers!" That was all I could say. Nothing came out; not one word after seeing the expression on Henry's face.
He stepped even closer, to where our faces almost touched; and he looked down at me with his dark green eyes. His eyes narrowed down at me. "Mind saying that again, sweetheart?"
