Losers' Club //Richie Tozier//

🎈24.🎈

The entire night I practiced what to say to Richie. I went from cursing him out, to apologizing, to pretending to kiss him.

You fucking idiot! We can't be together because we won't even work! Fuck you!

I'm sorry Richie, I'm stupid and I like you too. But I use my fists more than I use my words.

Oh Richie!

I didn't know which option I should take. Maybe option 3, he'll probably like that one.

For right now I just had to get out of the house. Maybe run into him but who knows. I walked around town since I don't have my bike anymore.

"I'll catch you later man." I heard a few voices say from an alleyway.

I quickly hid behind a brick wall and took in a deep breath before peeking to see if it was who I thought. I gripped the wall as I spotted Henry and his goons.

The goons walked out of the alleyway as I hid behind the wall and held in my breath. One fucking noise and it's the end for me.

I watched as they walked away and I quickly walked into the alleyway. I caught up to Henry before he could walk out the other end of the alleyway. I took in a deep breath as I kicked the back of his legs as hard as I could.

"What the fuck-"

"Missed me?" I asked as he fell to his knees. I gripped He back of his shirt and pulled him back.

"I'm gonna fuckin kill you-"

As he tried to stand up I kicked him back and put my foot on his chest, "no you're not." I said as I grabbed a beer bottle from the dumpster next to me and smashed it against the brick wall until there was the sharp shards left, "you're going to leave the losers alone more specifically Richie." I said as I bent down and pressed the bottle against his neck.

He let out a small chuckle, "did I do this to you?" He smirked as he looked at my small cut.

I tried to swallow my pride and stick to my story I was going to use but I just couldn't. He pisses me off and he needs to know that he's not the big bad wolf, because I am. I am the fucking baddest bitch he'll ever meet and if he tries to fuck with Richie again I'll kill him with my bare fucking hands.

"No you didn't actually." I started, "I fucking did it to myself because I knocked you out with a beer bottle, I'm the reason you have amnesia and I had to punch myself on the nose and cut myself so it seemed like we had a fight when we really didn't. You're too much of a Pussy." I spat as I got up and looked down at him, "Don't you ever fucking touch Richie again because I will kill you myself." I said as I threw the bottle against the wall and walked out of the alleyway.

I don't feel satisfied at all. I want to hit him until he bleeds or cries. What would Richie want me to do?

Go back.
Stay.
Go back.
Stay.
Go back.
Stay.
Go back.
Stay.
Go back.
Stay.
Go back.
Stay.
Go back.
Stay.
Go back.
Stay.
Go back.
Stay.

He would want me to go back...

I quickly turned around and walked back to the alleyway. I rolled up my sleeves and tucked my hair behind my ears as I got closer to him. He was beginning to stand up when I tackled him to the floor like a crazy person. He let out a low grunt as we both fell to the floor.