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11. falling out - stan uris

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Stan Uris. Leah could go on for hours about him. How his gorgeous brown eyes lit up when he smiled brightly. How his wild curly hair bounced in his face when he ran. How his voice went a bit high when he was nervous or embarrassed. He was perfect in his eyes. Too perfect for her, she thought at least.

The two friends were blind to the other's affections, despite them spending almost every day with one another. They would hang out with the Losers Club, but Leah never liked them as much as she liked being with Stan on her own. She felt obligated to do crazy shit when she was with boys like Richie Tozier, but with Stan she could be herself.

Besides the fact that they were oblivious, they had an unbreakable relationship. Or so they thought. It had happened over a week ago:

"Hey Stan!" Leah sang as she walked over to his locker, leaning against it. "Are you ready to go?" she asked, much too eagerly.

Stan glanced up at the brown-eyed girl. "Ready to go where?" he questioned as he stuffed a notebook into his backpack.

Leah watched as he zipped up the bag and slung it over his shoulder. "Ready to go over to my house, remember? We're supposed to do homework and watch movies, then you're staying for dinner. We planned this all out last week."

"I must have forgotten," he answered and began walking away from the girl. Leah pouted and grabbed his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Lee, but I can't come. I have to help Bill build his model of the sewers, then we're going over to Richie's to figure out more solutions to Georgie's disappearance. Tonight's not gonna work."

Leah's face fell. "But, Stan," she replied. "You promised."

Stan's normally calm face twisted into annoyance. "I know!" he snapped. "But, this is more important. I have to help Bill find Georgie. Maybe you should think about helping sometime instead of being so damn clingy and pushy all the time!"

He stomped off away from her, leaving Leah with two things: no friend to turn to, and a broken heart. She teared up, and bystanders who witnessed the whole scene walked on past her, whispering to each other.

She backed up against the lockers, sliding down and pulling her knees to her chest. She buried her face into them and stained her jeans with tears. She stopped after a few minutes, laying her legs out across the empty hallway, looking up at the ceiling and sighing.

Someone stumbled over her legs. "Fuck!" he cried, regaining his balance. Leah lowered her eyes to see Henry Bowers glaring at her along with his gang: Patrick Hockstetter, Victor Criss, and Belch Huggins.

"Sorry," she told him, pulling her legs closer to her. She pushed herself off the ground and stood up.

"Watch where you're going next time," he growled at her.

Leah, who had been brushing herself off, snapped her head up to look at him. "Excuse me!" she exclaimed, startling the boy. "You ran into me! Now I'm not in the best mood, so you better watch what you say to me before I cover this floor with your ripped-out mullet."

Henry narrowed his eyes at her, and she cursed herself for saying that. But, Henry smirked, before looking at his friends. "You know what, I like you. You're feisty." He motioned with his head to the other boys and they began walking out. "See you around."

That had been the craziest experience of Leah's life. However, she was now an unofficial member of Henry's gang. After calling her over at lunch and offering to allow her to hang with them, she couldn't say no. After all, how many people can say that Henry Bowers wanted them to spend time with him. Not a lot. She was pretty sure he didn't even know her name, but at least he wasn't harassing her.

As much as this effected Leah's life, it effected Stan as well. He had regretted telling her those things. He knew that she meant well, and what he said was uncalled for. He had come to school the next day prepared to apologize, but he got a shock to see her sitting with Henry Bowers, laughing and smiling. Oh, it filled him with absolute rage.

Stan had never admitted it to anyone, but he had a huge crush on his friend. Major, in fact. So, when he saw her with him, he broke inside. The first few days were spent in sorrow, but when a new week rolled around, he had changed his mind set: he was going to win Leah back from Henry, if it wasn't too late.

When Leah opened her locker on Tuesday morning, she received a box of chocolate with no note. Shrugging it off, she took them home and ate the delicious sweets.

On Wednesday, she was shocked to see a wrapped box with a neatly written letter on it, reading: "the most beautiful thing in the world." Pulling the bow off, Leah saw a small handheld mirror inside, showing her reflection. Let's say she couldn't stop thinking about it.

Thursday, a gorgeous bouquet of pink roses was placed delicately against her books. She had enough of this.

"Henry," Leah called as she sat down at the table. The boy, who had been focused on shooting a rubber band at someone, looked over. "Have you been putting things in my locker?"

He snorted. "No, but I'll take credit if you want," he chuckled, as if he couldn't see himself doing that. "What kind of things?"

Leah blushed. "Well, like, chocolate and flowers?"

Henry stared at her for a moment before roaring with laughter. "Oh my God, no!" he boomed, still doubled over. "Was there a note saying you were pretty too?" he mocked.

Leah did not respond, and stayed silent for the rest of the day. When she walked into school on Friday, she sighed before opening her locker. A white envelope sat with her name written on it. She pulled it open and grabbed a folded sheet of notebook paper from it.

"Dear Leah," she read to herself quietly, since no one was around. "If you want to know who I am, meet me in Classroom 17 during lunch." Despite how sketchy it sounded, Leah wanted to know who had been giving her all these gifts.

When lunch came around, Leah snuck around inside the school before quietly pulling the door to Classroom 17 open. She walked in, and someone turned around to face her. "Stan?" He shrugged and looked down sheepishly. "You gave me those gifts?" He nodded. "But, why? I thought you hated me?"

"Hated you?" Stan asked flabbergasted, walking closer to her. "Hate you? No, oh my God no! I never hated you, Leah. I wanted to apologize for what I said. I was terrible to you."

Leah glanced down. "But, you were right. I was being clingy and annoying."

Stan shook his head, curls flopping into his face. "No, you're not clingy and you're not annoying either. You're," he paused, "perfect." Leah blushed bright red. "And I like you, a lot."

"What?" Leah asked, her eyes raising from the ground. "You do?"

"Yeah," Stan answered. "I always have. And when I saw you with Henry, I was upset. More than I was angry. I hated myself for pushing you away like that. I knew I had to do something, so, I left those things in your locker." It was Stan's turn to blush, his voice slightly higher than normal.

Leah smiled at the boy, looking into his eyes. "Well, I like you too, Stan. I have for a long time."

"Really?" he asked. Leah nodded. Stan leaned down and connected their lips together. When they pulled away, Stan laughed. "Henry Bowers? Really?"

Leah giggled. "I'm sorry. I didn't have a lot of options. He's a jerk, though." Stan raised his eyebrows. "Did you think I liked hanging out with him?" Stan nodded slowly. "No, I can't stand him." The two laughed together, before Stan pulled her into a hug. She leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Stan really was perfect, just as she had always thought.