. . . Sorry // Richie x Reader

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'Baby girl, baby girl, baby girl, baby girl. holy fuck, richie called me a baby girl. oh fuck, i think he likes me. . . no. . . yes. . . no. . . yes. . . NO. . . yES-'

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"Hey, aren't you (Y/N)?" A fat guy randomly asked you, sitting down right next to you. You were in lunch, eating (F/F) on a Styrofoam white tray, "Yeah, how did you know?" In his hand was a brown paper sack, probably his lunch, "Oh, my friend Richie was talking about you. " 

He dumped out the contents of the bag, revealing candy and tIDE PODS (just kidding). There were M&Ms, Reese's Pieces, Snickers, Twix, Milky ways, and Hubba Bubba.

'Wait. . . Richie was talking about me?'

"What did he say? You know, about me?" You suddenly blurted out, turning to this fat dude, "Oh. . . Just saying how hot you were, that your boobs were big, " he snuck a look then looked back up to your face, "By the way, I'm Ben, the new kid. . ." You smiled. He snapped in front of your face, "Earth to (Y/N)? What's the big deal about him anyway? Do you like him or something?"

You waved him off casually, "Pfft, nah. . . What are you talking about? Who are we talking about? I'm confused-" He sighed, "She likes him." He grumbled, and opened a Twix.

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Your next period had Richie in it. Again. As soon as you walked in the door, he walked up to you, "A little birdie told me that you liked me, fuck face." He shoved you, making you bump into this random dude.

You growled and simply grabbed his glasses, "I'm about to fucking snap these goggles, nerd ass motherfucker." You said, your voice trembling. 'what the fuck am i doing. . .'  He rolled his eyes and held out his right hand, "Oh come on, (Y/N), give them back." You bit your lip.

"No, " You mumbled, "You'll have to get them yourself." You added before slamming them on the floor. He rapidly scrambled to the floor, making you laugh, and sighed, "Thank God. . ." He whispered, blew on them, and put them on.

"YOU LITTLE FUCKING SHIT!" He yelled, grabbing your shirt color, "R-Richie-" he suddenly punched your face, making you fall of the floor.

You shakily sighed and felt a tickle on your nose; it was bleeding (eLEVEN). Tears filled your eyes, and you became light headed. Suddenly Ben came up, holding an outstretched hand. Hesitating, you grabbed it and he pulled you up. "A-are you okay?" He softly asked.

"Yeah, it d-didn't hurt. . ." Every body in the class was looking at Richie, making him fidget with his hands. The teacher suddenly came up, studied your nose, and pointed at the door, "Richie Tozier, to the principal's office, now. (Y/N), do you need to go to the nurse?" wiping away the blood, you shook your head.

"No, I'm fine. . . Once again, it didn't hurt. . ." You said very quietly, almost whispering. The teacher hesitated and then sat back down. You turned to Ben, " Thank you for helping me up. I knew nobody else was going to do it. . . And I didn't know you were in this class."

He shrugged, "Yeah, I got switched today; before lunch." You sighed, "Can we. . ."

"Be friends?", he finished, "Of course." You both smiled at each other.