Losers' Club //Richie Tozier//

🎈14.🎈

I sat on the couch after I took the 4th shower; I still feel really dirty. I know small bruises will form on the sides of my jaw and my back. I'm not angry I'm just thinking of all the ways to possibly kill those sick fucks.

I heard a small knock on the door and rolled my eyes as I got up and walked over to it. I took the towel off my head before answering. I flung the door open with my usual bitch face but that soon faded in seconds as I stared at a very fucked up Richie.

"Richie! Oh god!" I shouted as I opened the door and pulled him inside, "What the fuck happened?!" I questioned as I dropped my towel and gripped his hand as I pulled him upstairs.

"I ran into Bowers and his stupid friends." He said as he followed me upstairs.

I closed the door to my bedroom and sat him on my bed, "What happened?! H-how did this happen?! I'll fucking kill him!" I said angrily as I looked as his bloody nose. I grabbed one of my shirts and pressed it against his nose. His glasses were in his hand, shattered, and his lip was cut. How can Bowers do this, he's a sociopath but why do it to Richie?!

"I was walking home and then that fucking asshole got me in an alleyway" he started. Henry has a thing with alleyways, "and he started saying shit that was fucking disgusting and-"

"What did he say?" I asked as I furrowed my eyebrows.

"He was saying how he touched you while you cried and how you felt so good.." he trailed off.

I cringed, "and then?" I asked.

"Well what do you think? I got fucking mad and I began to yell at him and then he just kicked my ass" he said as he pulled the shirt away from his nose.

"I'm going to fucking kill him, l-look how he left you!" I said angrily as I stood up from my bed.

"Is it true? Did he touch you?" He asked as he looked up at me.

I was wide mouthed and angry at this entire situation but his question caught me by surprise. I closed my mouth and let out a shaky breath.

"It doesn't matter, I'm fine." I said as I scratched my eyebrow gently, "look at you, he made you bleed. Now it's only okay for me to do the same to him-"

"Did he touch you?" Richie asked louder.

I licked my lips as I looked away, "yes, but it doesn't matter." I said, "Henry is going to get his ass kicked and I don't fucking care that he touched me or caressed me, whatever you want to call it but the way he left you is past the fucking boundaries. You have a black eye and you're still bleeding" I said as my blood began to boil, "m-my skin is on fire and my lungs can't gasp for air, I'm going to kill him Richie." I said as I looked at him.

"I care. I promise you he won't ever touch you like that ever again. I don't care if he chases me until my legs fall off or kicks my ass a thousand fucking times he's not touching you like that ever again." He said as he stood in front of me.

His hands were on my shoulders trying to make me calm down. I didn't feel them before but now I do. I looked at all of his cuts and bruises. Just like last night I reached over with the back of hand and wiped his hair away from his face. With my fingers I touched his bruised eye and he hissed in pain. I quickly pulled back.

We were standing really close now. I could hear both of our hearts pounding out of our chests.  I'm standing here frozen but excited, Im not blinking; I'm afraid that if I do I'll miss a moment and there's no turning back time. I looked past his bruises and cuts, I just see his soft white skin.

"I-"

Without another second to spare he cut me off. Not by his own words, not by his hand over my mouth but instead with his lips. He quickly smashed out lips together and I widened my eyes but then closed them. This moment has never felt so perfect before. I thought my heart really stopped. All the blood was drained from my face. My stomach erupted with butterflies and my legs were now shaking.

He pulled away and I opened my eyes again. we stared at each other for what felt like forever and a small smile appeared on my lips.

"I... I didn't me-"

I cut him off my grabbing his head with both of my hands and smashing our lips together once again. This time I opened my eyes and smiled as I saw his eyes closed. I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy this moment a little longer.

I pulled away and looked up at him with a small smile, "that was my first kiss.. I'm sorry if it was a bit awkward." I said as I played with my hands. I mentally punched myself right in the throat 'that was my first kiss' why the fuck would you say that?! Dumbass.

He shook his head side to side, "I've kissed girls before.. yeah.." he said

I let out a small chuckle as I looked down at my feet, "This is bad" I said as I closed my eyes for a quick second, "fuck.." I muttered.

"Why? What's wrong?" He asked quietly.

I sighed as I avoided any eye contact, "I shouldn't- we shouldn't have done that." I stated as I looked over at my bed.

"Was it really that bad?" He asked.

I closed my eyes as I rubbed my face, "no it wasn't bad at all. I just.. what does this make us? People don't even know we're friends, what the fuck are they going to think?" I asked as I looked up at him.

He shrugged his shoulders, "at least now Henry can chase us down together." He joked. This isn't a time to make jokes, especially about that fucking shit head.

"That's the problem, I don't want him to chase us... you down. Look how he left you, I'm still furious about that and when I see him I will fucking kill him, now the urge that I have to keep you safe and just fucking protect you grew a thousand fucking times stronger. See why this can't work? I'm going to be worried about you, every second of everyday." I sighed as I looked at his bruised eye.

"I won't let him do anything to you either." He said as he took a step closer and pushed my hair away from my face.

I wanted to pull away from his touch but I couldn't; I was compelled to remain where I was.

"We don't have to be anything, we don't even have to be friends at the moment. I just know that I want to I don't know.. fucking just talk to you right now and maybe do that again" he said as he wiggled his brows.

I let out a small giggle as the old richie popped out again.

I walked over to my bed and laid down on one side while he laid down on the other. I rested my hand on my side and looked up at the ceiling. I slowly felt his hand caress mine and eventually intertwine his fingers with mine.

The feeling of warmth and safety all put in one was something I haven't felt in a long time.

Cole Velox, you are fucked my dear.