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part v

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summary: beverly bets richie he can't get with the new kid, eddie, and sleep with him in three months. richie disagrees.

pairing: richie x eddie

words: 2056

2 months and 14 days remaining

Eddie knew something was wrong when he walked into school that morning. He felt eyes glued to the back of his head, piercing his skull with their stares. He hated it. He absolutely couldn't stand it. It was like everyone around him knew something he didn't. People whispered as he walked by, some even abruptly stopping their conversations when he approached. Eddie balled his hands into fists, attempting to calm his nerves. His hands were shaking a little, his legs a bit wobbly as he walked down the hallway. Eddie finally reached his locker, letting out a breath through his nostrils. His relief didn't last long, though.

Multiple homophobic slurs were strewn about his locker door, written in the same scratchy handwriting as before. Angry tears filled his eyes, his vision blurring as he tried to wipe the words off with his sweater sleeve. The marker smudged only a little, frustrating the boy even more. He could feel the judgemental eyes boring into the back of his head, watching as Eddie tried to viciously scrub the ink off.

"Eddie," a voice said calmly. It was that of a female, oddly familiar to Eddie, though he couldn't quite put a finger on who it was. He ignored them and continued to rub away at the metal surface of his locker, even if his attempts were proving to be fruitless. "Eddie." The same voice repeated, but this time with more authority. Once again, Eddie paid no mind to them, still scrubbing away at the harsh words that were still visible.

"Eddie!" The person placed their hand on Eddie's shoulder, who immediately turned and shoved their hand off. The hand and voice belonged to Rachel, the girl who was working the counter at the ice cream place by the park. She stared at Eddie for a moment, calculating her next move. Eddie could tell she wasn't there to be friendly.

She glanced around the hallway. Most people already had lost interest in the situation, heading to first period before the bell rang. It was mostly empty. Eddie watched her silently, wondering why she was even standing here, let alone trying to talk to him.

"I heard you were dating Richie, is that true?" Rachel asked, a hint of malice in her voice when she mentioned Richie's name, but had a smile on her face.

"No, we just kissed in this very spot a couple days ago for the fun of it." Eddie quipped, looking at her with an annoyed expression. Her fake grin faltered a bit, but she didn't let her friendly facade drop.

"Don't be ridiculous, Eddie, everyone knows," Rachel spoke with the same tone you'd use on a child. Eddie hated that, too.

"Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot." He deadpanned, reaching over to open his locker. Once it was open, however, Rachel slammed it closed. "Why does everyone do that?" Eddie mumbled softly to himself, eventually glancing over at her. He raised his eyebrows at her, silently questioning her actions.

"You can't date Richie." Rachel said, her faux convivial persona gone.

Eddie let out an exasperated sigh. "Rachel-"