. . . Sorry // Richie x Reader

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"Mom, I'm home!" You yelled, closing the door behind you as you came into your house. "I'm in the kitchen, baby!" She yelled. You heard the water running and smelled burnt cheese. "What's for dinner?," You asked, walking into the kitchen, "Because I don't really feel like eating. . ."

She pointed to the kitchen table. You sat down, "What did I do?" She sat down after you and grinned, "So. . . You have a boyfriend?" Your cheeks tingled, meaning you were blushing. "Oh no, mom." You said, rubbing your temples.

She nodded, "Okay. . . But is Richie still bullying you?" Not wanting her to worry, you rapidly shook your head, "Oh no, he moved away. . ." You bit the inside of your cheek. She sighed, "Okay, good. I don't want him talking about. . .Dad."

You waved her off, "Oh no, no, that never really hurt my feelings anyway. . ." She smiled but had a questing look, "Oh, and, for dinner we're having grilled cheese sandwiches."

You groaned, rolling your eyes, "Can I just have a granola bar? I'm not picky when it comes to Nutri-Grains!" She sighed, "Fine. . . Oh, shit, I almost forgot; Did you groan at your math teacher because you didn't want to sit by someone?"

You sighed, "Yeah. . ."

"Who was that person?" She asked softly. You gripped the edge of the table, "Richie. . ." you grumbled.

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After getting dressed for your second day of school, your mom walked into your room, "Go to school and tell your friends that your grounded." You sighed, "I don't have friends. OR A PHONE." You yelled, throwing yourself on your bed, folding your arms.

Instead of getting mad, she laughed. "Oh yeah. Then just no TV, " her face stiffened, "Honey, make some friends today, okay?" Instead of answering her, you just looked at her, pouting. She murmured something as she turned around to close the door.

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Walking into your first period (yet again), Richie was there first, yet again. You slightly blushed and sat down beside him. Stanley wasn't there, so Richie faced you  and pushed his glasses up, "So, tell me, baby girl, what's your bra size?"

You rolled your eyes and turned around, to Richie wouldn't see your face, and gave a toothy smile like an idiot. He tapped you on the shoulder, making you blush even more, and turned back to him, "So, (L/N), how has it been? I hope you haven't gotten lung cancer!"

You gasped and stopped smiling, turning back to the front. Not realizing it, he mumbled a 'Sorry, baby girl.' under his breath; but you didn't hear it.

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I'm so sorry it's short, especially to those who asked for me to update it. But I'm just teasing you about Richie, there's a lot ahead about him ;)