richie threw his brown paper bag onto the lunch table. all eyes were on him almost immediately. richies smile never faltered, it was the most he had smiled in weeks.
"what?" beverly laughed, looking up from her conversation with ben. she made eye contact with richie, who was still standing across the table. richie took a seat, grabbing bev's hand dramatically.
"eddie kaspbrak invited me to his house, ms. marsh. he did, he did i tell you!" a look of confusion spread across bevs face. she didnt know what she was expecting richie to say, but that definitely wasn't it.
"the eddie kaspbrak? henry's eddie kaspbrak?" richie nodded, smiling even wider in bev's direction. his smile was soon gone, however, due to the way bev looked back at him.
"what is it?" richies eyebrows furrowed and he had a flat frown.
"bowers is going to end you." bev blurted out. she hadn't meant for her words to seem so harsh.
"it would be so wort-"
"wait so, how did it even happen? what?" ben spoke up, cutting richie off. the shy boy had been in the corner of the lunch table, listening placelessly.
"i don't even know. he just followed me into the bathroom after henry punched me earlier." bev and ben looked at each other and then back to richie. trying to comprehend the words that were coming from richies mouth.
"how?" bev was back in the conversation, not believing a single word that was being said.
"he invited me! i know it's cr-" richies words were soon interrupted but one stanley uris.
"what's going on?" stan asked, dropping his backpack to the floor, and taking a seat next richie.
"richie said that he's going to eddie kaspbraks house after school today." bev's voice was plagued with sarcasm.
"what as in like, breaking in?" stan said, his voice a monotone.
"no! i was invited." richie defended.
"richie, you're so full of shit." bev added in.
"i am not!"
"you're so lying! why would eddie kaspbrak, the eddie kaspbrak, henry bowers boyfriend eddie kaspbrak, head cheerleader eddie kaspbrak, dating the quarterback eddie kaspbrak, invite you over to his house?" stan was more confused than ever, not understanding under what circumstances anyone would willingly want to hangout with richie tozier
"i know! it's wild, unbelievable even. but look that's his address. written in his handwriting."
"i think that you're so full of shit" bev tried again.
