Lovely Loser (Richie Tozier X Reader)

My Hand Slipped

Richie's POV

I stared at (Y/N). She looked like she wanted to fucking stab someone. Mostly me. Could I blame her? No. Bill looked at me and than at his hands. Stanley and Ben read their books silently. Eddie just ate his lunch while looking at the ground. I'm fucked. "I need to talk to you." She said. Bill glanced at her, than me, than back at his hands.

"Of course," I said standing up. I followed (Y/N) into the hallway than outside. She lead me away from the crowd of kids playing. Than she turned around and faced me. Her hands weren't hands, they were fists. Good thing Bill walked outside her and I reached the outdoors. "So, what'd you want to talk about?" I smiled nervously as I looked into her eyes.

"Are you fucking serious?" She asked. Well this wasn't going to end well.

(Y/N)'s POV

Richie, dear old Richie fucking Tozier. He was playing dumb. That little bitch. I could tell he was sweating and he was very nervous. He should be. He didn't know what was coming.

"No?" He responded. Sounded like a question to me.

"You know why I brought you here." I growled.

"I-I guess." He fumbled with his hands and looked down at them.

"I have one question for you Richard." Rich looked like he had been shot with an arrow when I called him Richard.

"A-and what is that one q-question?" Rich asked. He seemed to be stuttering like Bill.

"Do you like Greta?" The words fell out of my mouth as water falls down a waterfall. Rich stared at me, his eyes widened which made his eyes look bigger than they did before, since his glasses made his eyes look like huge.

"Why do you th-think that?" Rich asked. He was shaking and I swear to god he looked adorable doing it.

"She kissed you on the fucking cheek Richard!" I yelled. Rich took a tiny step back, he smiled nervously.

"I-It was only the cheek," Was Rich's reply.

"She was so close to kissing you on the lips!" I said as I stood on my tippy-toes since Rich was taller than me. "Th-That was supposed to be my job." I said as I looked at my feet.

"(Y-Y/N)," Rich said.

"But I'm not good enough anymore, I have to be like Greta now." I looked up at Rich and he was trying to say something, but the words wouldn't come out of his mouth.

"N-no! I-I mean, mayb-be? O-or..." He was saying.

"I'm sorry Richard, you asked for this." I said as I swung my fist and hit his jaw. He tumbled to the ground and looked up at me.

"R-Richie!" I heard Bill say. Rich stared at me, tears in his eyes.

"My hand slipped."

A/N

THIS IS SHORT SORRY YFVGAUHS. I'LL BE MORE ACTIVE, I'VE HAD WRITER'S BLOCK LATELY PLEASE DON'T HATE ME. K ILY BYEEE.