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There she was. Beverly Marsh. Everytime you saw her, your heart would almost leap out of your chest.
She was stunning, and she had a wonderful personality. She was absolutely amazing.
You didn't know how to express your feelings very well, so instead of actually talking to her, you always stood up for her when people claimed she was a slut.
Beverly had never seen you stand up for her, because you did it when the person who called her a slut was alone.
You were so distracted by Beverly, that you didn't see Henry Bowers making his way towards you.
"Well, would you look at that. Little Miss y/n has a thing for Beverly Marsh."
Everyone's heads turned to look at you. Beverly turned around at the sound of her name.
People gave you disgusted looks, and you could see them whispering. You felt tears welling in you eyes.
Beverly noticed your expression, and walked over, wrapping an arm around your waist.
"Hey babe, is Henry bothering you?"
You saw what she was doing, and gladly played along.
"A little, yeah."
Beverly glared at Henry.
"Lay one hand on her, and I'll shove your head even further up your ass."
People in the hall tried to hide their laughter, including some of Bowers' gang.
Henry left, and Beverly, who still had a hand around your waist, brought you outside, to a secluded area.
"Thank you, Beverly."
"Even Steven."
Beverly winked, and y/n tilted her head in confusion.
"I know that you've been standing up for me. Richie can't keep his mouth shut."
You laughed, and the bell signaling your final class rang.
"I'll see you after school, later babe."
Beverly laughed a bit as your face lit up at the name.
