"Tasty tasty beautiful fear"
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In which the losers' club come across two girls from school and they all fight a demonic clown together, learn secrets about eachother, and love and friendships form.
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.🎈* "You in there by yourself beaverly? Or you have half the guys in the school with you, huh slut?" Gretta Keene yelled walking into the bathroom, kicking the stall door the poor girl was in.
"Shut the hell up Gretta. You're one to talk. Your pedophile father flirts with the same girls you bully," Avery rolled her eyes, as her and her best friend Diamond entered the bathroom.
"Watch it Avery Taylors," Gretta snarled glaring at the two girls.
"Or what?" Diamond jumped in, crossing her arms on her chest, causing Gretta to roll her eyes.
"I know you're in there little shit I can smell you. No wonder you don't have any friends," the pig looking girl started again.
"Which is it gretta? Am I a slut or a little shit? Make up your mind." Beverly sighed, rolling her eyes.
"You're trash!" Gretta laughed.
"Such an original come back! Wow!" Diamond stated sarcastically rolling her eyes.
"Shut it loser. People only know who you are because of Avery," Gretta glared once again. Diamond balled her hands into fists, walking dangerously close to the bully.
While the two were arguing, Avery noticed one of Gretta's little minions walking over to the stall with the garbage bag from the trash bin filled up with water.
"Beverly watch out she's gonna pour trash on y-" she warned before the bully dumped it all over her, from the stall over.
"Lets go girls," The three girls laughed, walking out.
"Beverly are you okay? Avery asked concerned as she walked out the stall.
"I'm fine. Thanks." she fake smiled, shaking off her now wet backpack.
- - "Best. feeling. ever!" Stan stated as the losers emptied their work from their backpack.
"Oh yeah? Try tickling your pickle for the first time," Richie joked, causing the others to roll their eyes at the boy.
"Hey what do you guys want to do tomorrow," Eddie, the hypochondriatic boy asked, turning his attention to the others.
"Start my training," Richie stated, shrugging, as he put his now empty back pack over his shoulders
