in which the new girl decides to dig up a dark past and must learn to bear the burden of her actions alongside the town's resident trashmouth.
- it (2017)
highschool au
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Their walk to the first period, was tense, to say the least.
Richie, Opal thought, was stunning. In fact the more she looked at him, the more she felt tiny butterflies erupt in the pit of her stomach.
But his incessant need to drop flirtatious compliments deterred her from developing a slight crush on him.
After a couple attempts at flirting -and being immediately shut down- Richie gave up and changed in the plan to actually getting to know her.
"So, darling, how exactly did you end up moving into this dead-end of a town."
He questioned, Opal was pleasantly surprised that he actually wanted to talk to her, and not just flirt.
"My mom passed away."
She spoke slowly, not really knowing why she told him barely ten minutes after actually meeting him.
He sucked in a breath through his teeth.
"Fuck, I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked"
He blurted out, to compensate for what she must have gone through.
"Don't be sorry, I'm okay now." She rushed out, "Sorry for making it awkward."
"Opal, sweetheart, you need to stop apologising for things you didn't do wrong."
He spoke slinging an arm over her shoulder and pulling her closer, she didn't mind at all.
"You aren't very assertive are you?" He wondered out loud.
"I guess not, I've never really needed to be." She softly responded.
Richie tutted, and caught notice of a ratty looking boy, with icy blonde hair that he tucked behind his mousy ears.
Richie watched the shorter boy's eyes trail up and down Opal's body, then settle on her lavish chest.
"Eyes up Criss, she isn't a fucking piece of meat."
Opal gasped a little at his profanity, and the fact Richie stuck up for her.
After the death of his friends Patrick and Henry, Victor Criss had never really been the same.
He still had the same evil edge to him, but he had become vulnerable when he wasn't with his new pack of bullies.
Over the last three years, Richie had sprouted at least a foot, leaving him with an ample advantage over tyrant's like Victor; who had incidentally been held back a couple years.
"Shut the fuck up Richie," he leered back, not making any attempt to do anything, Richie just chuckled.
"Don't worry about Victor, he's all bark no bite."
Richie leaned down to whisper the information into Opal's ear.
"Thanks for sticking up for me" she whispered as the pair walked into a classroom that she noted as being called 'ROOM 39.'
The class was nothing out of the ordinary there were bookshelves, a blackboard, desks and chairs.
What was out of the ordinary for Opal, was that there was no one sitting in the front row, except a skinny boy with braces and possibly the thinnest hair Opal had ever witnessed.
She wanted good grades this year, so naturally, she sat right in the front row, beside the funny looking boy.
She heard Richie grimace,
"You and I are going to be having some serious discussions about your seating choices after class."
"Oh hush Richie, it's my choice."
She shushed him, after all -as she watched him trail to the back of class- she didn't want to sit so far from the front of the room and make an immediate poor impression on the teacher.
It took around five minutes for all the students to come in.
Opal sat patiently beside the geeky looking boy, she tried to make conversation but all she managed to squeeze out of him was that his name was Archie and if she continued to sit next to him he was going to eye her up weirdly for the rest of the year (she deduced the last bit herself, he didn't tell her.)
The teacher arrived shortly after, he was an old man who didn't make her stand in front of the class and introduce herself; which she had mentally prepared herself for.
In fact, he didn't take much notice of her at all, or anyone else for that matter.
He just handed out booklets of questions and placed a box full of 'Wuthering Heights' novels on his desk and told the class to collect a book and start working on the question paper.
'Interesting teaching method', she thought sarcastically.
Then she picked up her book and started reading, but that proved to be a somewhat tricky task as she just couldn't focus with the endless chatter coming from the back row, but regardless she tried her best to get on with the job.
At page 22, she looked up from her novel and saw her teacher had his head laying in his arms and was presumably sleeping.
For god's sake.
She could hear Richie from the back row, so she turned around to see what was going on.
She could see him leaning over the boy next to him, pointing out errors in the boy's work.
Out of nowhere the little boy looked at Richie with a red face and exclaimed rather loudly
"Why don't you shut the fuck up Einstein because I know what I'm doing,"
Richie looked taken aback, and then he burst out laughing, and then so did Opal, and then so did the other boy.
Opal had only just tuned into the conversation, but already she found tears leaking from her eyes because she had laughed so hard.
Richie looked over at her, seeing her laughing made him break out in a fully fledged, ear to ear grin.
