. . . Sorry // Richie x Reader

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(Richie's POV)

I know I'm kind of being a bitch, I just don't want to date her because I'm afraid I will hurt her feelings, and we would be dating, so it would hurt her even more. I'm not even sure if I like her a lot. . . She's moody all the time and I don't want to date peppy bitches. My bestfriend Wyatt keeps saying "You two make a cute couple," to me as we talk to each other at lunch and even when we're just hanging out.

She seems okay, but I think she likes the fat ass kid she always hangs out with at lunch, Ben Hanscom. I hope they're not dating, honestly, because if it turns out that I DO like her, then she would already be dating Ben; and I don't want a girlfriend who has dated a fat kid; it's gross, really fucking gross.

I can't stop looking at her in first period, she sits by me, what am I supposed to do? She looks back at me, too, and it gets awkward as fuck. . . Finally, I have decided to talk to her. She seems mad at me. . .

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"Uhm, hey, (Y/N)?" I mumble as she absently scribbled on a blank piece of notebook paper. Her dark blue binder was on the floor next to her desk, and she was quietly singing something. As soon as I spoke, she looked at me and rolled her eyes, looking back at the paper, "Hello, Richie," She quietly said as she drew circles," Kiss any other girls lately? On a dare?" I opened my mouth to reply but then sighed; it was no use to try and talk to her.

"I get it if you don't want to date." I shook my head, "It's not you, okay? I just. . . I just don't want to." She scoffed and slammed her pencil on her desk and looked at me, "Then why, Richie? Is it because you're not a fucking virgin and I am? At least I'm smart, I haven't fucked anybody. Oh wait, I did kiss somebody, but it was on a dare."

I slammed my hand down and screeched, "Shut the fuck up, (Y/N), you are making me mad!" She stood out of her seat and walked around her desk over to mine and leaned on it, "Good, you fucking slut ass bastard, " she fucking slapped me, "I hope that was your first slap from a girl." She walked back over and sat down.

"Oh. and, that slap wasn't on a dare."

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(Third Person)

"Yeah, I fucking slapped him!" (Y/N) said proudly to Ben at lunch. Ben's smile then went away and he sighed, "Listen, Richie was talking to me this morning and. . . He says that he really does like you, but you can be moody sometimes, so-"

"MOODY? ME, " (Y/N) took a deep breath and gulped, "He's the one who is going on and off on me. " Ben raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?" She sighed, "He's nice and then he's mean and then randomly he becomes nice and then mean, a-and it just keeps going o-on, and. . ." Ben placed his hand her shoulder, "But at least he likes you; boys are usually mean to girls that they like."

She grinned a little bit, "Yeah, at least he likes me, " Turning to Richie's table, you caught him looking at you. He rapidly turned back around, making your grin wider, "Yep. . ."