It: New Kid on the Block

Chapter 4: The Conversation

After eating dinner Bill and I went upstairs and sat in my little corner of my room where I had all my blankets and throw pillows. I got comfortable because I was 99.9% sure I would be cringing my eyes out soon. "S-so. Are you s-sure you want to k-know?" he said, messing with me. " I don't, but for the sake of the plan, I'm willing to listen." I said. "Okay. When exac-t-tly did you leave?" he asked. "When Eddie said, 'Her? The new girl?'" I replied. "T-then y-your in for a t-treat." he said.

~ flashback in Bill's POV~

"Her? The new girl?" asked Eddie as we all looked at Sara. She was still reading the same book from when she first moved here, and eating the apple she'd grabbed before we left. "Yes the new girl. Dipshit." said Richie. It threw me for a bit of loop when he said that, but I kind of expected it after what happened at the arcade. "She's pretty," chimed in Beverly, "so I have to say I'm glad your not just being a slut." she said, jokingly. Eddie looked over at Stan, who was watching Sara walk away from us, so she wasn't eavesdropping anymore. "Hello? Earth to Stanley?" said Eddie, nudging him. "Sorry. Saw something." he said. I felt bad because we just kind of ignored him, because of how proud we were that Richie was actually growing up for a change. "When did you meet her?" asked Ben, who as kind of just listening for the most part of the conversation. "Two weeks ago. The arcade. She had pink hair then. She beat my top score on Street Fighter. I hated her for a bit but then got over it once I realized how much I liked her." he said. I planned on staying quiet as long as I could so I could tell Sara later, but I changed my mind". "I h-have an id-dea." I chimed in, "It's s-st-ill warm out, so how ab-bout we go to th-the Quarry and in-v-vite her." I said.  "That sounds like a great idea." said Beverly, "I'll ask her before we leave." 

~Sara~

I sat a bit in shock. "Richie Tozier has a  stone cold crush on me?" I asked. I stood up, and walked around the room. "I-it's really not that b-b-bad." he said. "Really? Richie Hoezier has a crush on me, and IT'S NOT THAT BAD?" I asked, getting defensive. I was worried. What the hell am I supposed to do I've never be a situation like this before. This is about to get all lovey dovey and shit, but I'm freaking out. At first, cool. Two boys, one crush, no big deal. But Richie doesn't just like me. Oh, no sir. He's in love with me. And I'm shitting bricks. 

"I c-could t-tell him to leave you alone," said Bill, very calmly, " if you w-w-want."  I shook myself a second and gathered my feelings. "No. I'm Sara Kennedy. I've dealt with bullies who burnt my only mode of transportation, made me dye my hair so that I would 'be spared'. I'm 90% sure  they were part of a cult, but whatever. I can handle this on my own." I said. A part of me hated Richie, like a lot. Yet, somehow, one part of me appreciated all the things I hated. His awful jokes, how he almost towers over me, his thick rimmed glasses, and those awful Hawaiian shirts. I just buried all that deep down, though. I didn't need that to be what I'm known for. "Mayb-be your s-scared because y-you do like S-s-tan." said Bill, smiling that stupid smirk again. "What makes you think that?" I said. "L-lost track of t-time? You were l-late by t-t-two hours!" he laughed.  I blushed a bit. I guess Stan was nice and all, but I don't feel that way. I don't feel that way about Richie either (except for that one little speck of soul I have left)

"Maybe he's wrong." said Beverly over the phone later that night. "Maybe. I just, I'm not sure. I feel it would just be awkward," "Considering you're Bill's new sister. Yeah, just a bit." Mom came and knocked on my door and mouthed "Five more minuets." I nodded and continued with Beverly.

"Do you really think he loves me like he says he does?"

"In my opinion, he's head over heels for you. I've never seen him do so much trying to impress someone. Let alone a girl."

"Yeah, but, I don't know. Like I hate with every part of my body including every arterie in my heart. Yet this one part of me absolutely adores him and I don't get why!"

"First of all, it's impossible to be obsessed with someone and hate them at the same time. Yous re you don't just like him, but you hide it by making yourself think you hate him."

That hit my like a sucker punch. Thank lord my mom walked in and said I'd have to hang up. "Bye, Bev. Tell you more tomorrow." I curled into bed and thought about it, do I really like Richie? And I never should have pondered it, because this where it all began. The Beginning of The End.