Lovely Loser (Richie Tozier X Reader)

Confrontation

A week had passed. It was Friday. You had been ignoring the Losers Club all week. They tried to talk to you sometimes but you didn't respond. You sighed as the bell rang. You slowly grabbed your backpack and walked into the art room. Mrs. Opal was absent, so there was a substitute. You sat in your normal spot and waited for the substitute to say something. You heard Richie sit next to you. But you didn't look over at him. "Okay class, Mrs. Opal doesn't have anything for me to do for this class. So just socialize or do other homework." The substitute said. The room immediately got loud. People were talking and laughing. But you and Richie sat in silence. Not looking at each other once.

"So..." Richie finally spoke as he looked over at you. You didn't know what to do. Look at him? Not look at him?

"So?" You responded. You didn't look at him which made him sigh.

"(Y/N)?" Richie asked.

"What?" You stared out the window next to you. You heard Richie struggling to say whatever he was going to say. But than he groaned.

"Nevermind." He grumbled under his breath. You grabbed your book and opened it. You wanted to read but your mind was racing with thoughts. What was Richie trying to say? What did Bev mean? When the hell am I going to actually talk tot he losers again? Am I going to confront the losers someday? You kept thinking. Over and over until the bell rang. When you heard the bell ring you jumped slightly and closed your book. You walked to study-hall. Richie was walking next to you. It was awkward. Really awkward. You and Richie only said a few words to each other. When you got into study-hall you zoned out in your thoughts. You had put your book in your backpack. You had also grabbed your hoodie. Richie was hiding his head in his arms the entire study-hall while your head was leaning against your hand. As the other bell rang you grabbed your backpack and looked over at Richie.

"Bye Richie." You said to him as his head shot up in surprise.

"See ya (Y/N)." Richie waved at you. You walked into your homeroom and sat in your seat. You sighed and thought. You missed the nicknames Richie gave you. M'lady. Idiot. You smiled slightly at the thought of him calling you those names. You kept thinking about the fun times you had with the Losers Club. When the bell rang you were snapped out of your thoughts. You got up and walked to your locker to put your books in there from previous classes. You slowly walked upstairs and set your books in your locker. You put on your hoodie and walked outside and saw Richie waiting by the bike-racks. You shrugged and thought he was waiting for the Losers' Club. But than you saw that their bikes were gone. Only your bike and Richie's bike were there. You knew if you started having a full-on conversation with him you would start crying so you waited till everyone was gone. You walked over to your bike and pulled it out of the rack. Waiting for Richie to say something. "(Y/N)?" He asked as he looked at you. You gripped the handlebars on your bike and turned around and saw Richie's face. He was smiling nervously. It was a nervous, fake smile.

"Yes?" You asked. Your voice cracking kinda. Richie didn't seem to notice.

"Why..." His voice was hoarse. He looked at his feet and clenched his hands into fists. "Why do you never talk to us anymore? Why don't you talk to me anymore?" That was it. You have had enough.

"Why?" You asked, slamming your bike onto the ground. "Why? Are you serious?" You took a step towards Richie. Richie realized he had made a mistake.

"I'm sorry, what did I do?" His voice cracked.

"I never talk to you anymore because I feel like you guys don't want me in the club anymore!" You screeched at him.

"Why would you ever think that?" Richie asked.

"You always make hand-motions around me, you whisper around me and when I look at you guys you stop talking, and to top it all off you guys never invite me to do stuff with you guys anymore!" You growled. Tears were welling up in your eyes. Richie stared at you.

"There is a reason behind all of it!" Richie took a step towards you. Anger in his voice.

"What is that reason?!" You bickered. Richie stared at you.

"I get nervous around you! I like you okay? The Losers always try to make me make my move or flirt with you! I can't do that! I know you don't feel the same way so just forget it." Richie grabbed his bike and hopped on it.

"Richie..." You said walking over to him.

"Forget it I said. Just forget it..." He peddled off as he spoke. You stood there.

"So now you know." You turned around and saw Beverly.

"You knew about this?" You asked as your voice cracked. You were holding in so many tears. Beverly opened her arms to give you a hug. You hugged her and cried. You stained the shoulder of her shirt with your tears.

"(Y/N), it's okay." Beverly whispered to you. You pulled away from the hug and wiped your nose with your sleeve.

"How did you know this was going to happen?" You asked.

"I didn't. I was going to your house for the weekend, remember?" Beverly smiled, holding up a bag. You smiled.

"Yeah, I remember." You sniffed.

"Come on (Y/N), we can go to your house and you can vent all you want." Beverly smiled at you as she hopped on her bike and peddled in circles around you. You chuckled and grabbed your bike and peddled to your house with Beverly. The two of you laughed and talked on the way. You had forgotten about the confrontation with Richie. But when you were close to your house you passed a certain someone's house. Richie Tozier's house. Multiple bikes lay in front of the house. The Losers Club.