IT Imagines & Preferences

Bowers Gang

This isn't a poly or anything, it just involves them.

Eyes were closed and your head leaning against the backseat of Belch's car. His blue car was zooming at an alarming speed, but you didn't care.
It was like this almost all the time anyway.

They only drove you to school because they had to. Henry's dad had said, "if you can sneak off with those freaks all day, then you can drop off one more." This was a demand that was unavoidable. He'd told them that there would be one more to tag along, but only for weekdays.

The metal music playing in the car was deafening, but after a certain amount of time in that beaten car you get used to it. Belch dangerously made the turn to the front of school and jerked to a stop that made everyone grab onto something in order to not go flying through the windshield.

"Get out of the car, bitch," Henry sneered.

Scoffing and eye rolling in response you pushed Victor's hand off your chest and Patrick's long legs off your lap. Belch rolled his eyes at Henry's constant rudeness. He would have said something about it but he didn't want Henry to be pissed at him either.

Slinging your backpack on your shoulder you shut the car door behind with a dry slam. Belch was about to drive off somewhere. Most likely to go find some little kid they could harass and torment on a usually empty roadside when Henry stopped him. He leaned out the car window slightly.

"Hey, kid."

Closing your eyes in annoyance and opening them you turned around. Usually school was a bother, but Henry was a bother. The gang even more so.

"Yes, Henry?" 

Exasperation filled your voice with a strange mix of neutrality.

"Better watch out. Heard my dad was getting ready to bang your mom later tonight."

Scoffing again you turned around and headed towards the school. Henry was especially bored and he'd picked you to pester for a reason.

"Not even gonna deny it, huh?"

This was certainly getting a reaction from the rest as small smug smiles crossed their faces.

Whipping back around you realized that at this point you weren't even mad anymore. You wanted to pick a fight with Henry. He'd been pestering you for weeks, slowly building it up to a point where mad wasn't even the word to describe it.

There was no word.

"If you think my mother is some mindless harlot, think again."

He flashed an unnerving smile.

"Oh, I don't have to think. I know so. Heard she was pretty good, too."

Sliding your backpack off your shoulder you led it drop to the ground with a thud. He wanted this- he planned this just so he could get some action. Nobody was up to ever fight him and roughhousing with your friends (freaks) gets boring after a while.

You strut towards the car with a sense of purpose. 

"Ooh! Little kitty's ready to play! Watch out for the paws!" Henry shouted in almost crazed excitement.

Victor wasn't freaking out as much as Belch was, but Patrick was excited. He wanted to see people get hurt. He wanted- no- he hoped that somebody would just die.

"Well, guess what!?" You walked even closer to the car.

"This kitty's got claws!"

Running towards the car you lunged at Henry and knocked him off his seat, slapping and punching anywhere you could reach. Nobody else bothered to intervene, this was the most fun they'd had in weeks. Henry was having the time of his life. He'd flipped you over so he was on top and started throwing a punch at your chest, winding you.

From the outside of the car, it looked like all of you were getting carried away with the car bouncing up and down like crazy and lots of yelling from the inside.

A good kick in the face got him off of you quickly before you rolled him over and wrapped your arms around his neck, putting him into a choke-hold.

Patrick was laughing like a maniac until you  stretched your body and held him in a choke-hold with your legs. Victor got out of the car and was watching from outside while Belch was watching the three of you from the front seat, rolling his eyes.