sweet ♡ richie tozier

chapter eight

"Oh, shit. That's Belch Tuggens car."

"We should probably get outta here."

"Wait, isn't that the homeschooled kids bike?"

"Yeah, that's Mikes."

And so, that's how the group came to dropping their bikes in the middle of the road and going into the roads to help a kid they had never spoken to from getting beat up.

A smart move.

They came to a small clearing and a stream, where they saw Henry and his side kicks having Mike on the ground.

Beverly picked up a rock and threw it at them, Adelaide's eyes widening as it hit Henry right in the head, falling off of Mike. Adelaide slapped Beverly on the back. "Nice one, Bev."

Mike, now free, weakly scrambled through the water to get to the losers side of the stream.

"You losers are trying too hard," Henry smirked. "They'll do you. You just gotta ask nicely, like I did." He clutched his crotch for affect.

Adelaide scrunched her face up. Ew.

A large grunt came from beside them, everyone turning to see Ben, red in anger, chuck a rock at the group, hitting Henry right in the head again. The enemies muttered profanities in annoyance.

"Rock war!" Richie screamed, almost like a buzzer that meant 'go!' As soon as all hell broke loose, a rock slammed into Richies head, sending him to go down.

"Richie!" Adelaide yelped, kneeling beside him, trying to stifle her giggles.

"Hit em, Addy. Hit em!" Richie said, slowly standing up.

Adelaide did as she was told, grabbing the most jagged rock she could find and reeling back her fist. She threw in the general area, not even knowing which target she should choose, only to miss absolutely horribly. Even so, the adrenaline pumped through her veins, making her feel powerful. She laughed in excitement as she grabbed another rock and continued throwing them.

When she looked down, trying to find another rock to throw, she barely even had time to look up before she felt herself take a hard blow to her forehead, causing her to groan and grip it in pain. "Son of a bitch," she groaned loudly.

Fortunately, soon after, only Henry was left, on the rocky ground in defeat. The group began to slowly walk away, Stan holding a hand out for Adelaide to take off of the ground. She sent him a grateful smile and grabbed it, standing up and still holding her forehead. Before she turned around to leave, seeing Richie not going anywhere, she yelled at the top of her lungs, "Suck my dick, Henry Bowers!"

Richie gave her a high five, her grinning in victory, before she turned around and followed the group back. 

"Go blow your dad, you mullet wearing asshole!"

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"Ow, ow, ow—"

"Eddie, you're just hurting her!" Richie scolded the boy.

Eddie sat on a curb, Adelaide next to him as she held her bangs back and he cleaned the wound on her forehead.

"If it stings, that means it's being cleaned. You're such an idiot, Richie," Eddie sighed, shaking his head as he focused on Adelaide's forehead.

"You know what, Eddie? Go buy us some damn ice cream."

His head jerked up to Richie standing above them. "What?"

"Ads needs sweets to feel better."

"Ice cream does sound good right now," she mumbled.

Eddie rolled his eyes long enough for the whole world to notice, then shoving the wipes and bandages into Richies hands. "Fine," Eddie grumbled. "But you owe me."