𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

i. THE LAST DAY

CHAPTER ONE:
THE LAST DAY

  

  

    

     THE LAST day of school, when the bell rang, Timothy was dragged out of the class by the hand, Elise was rushing through the crowd. "El! Why are you in a rush?" He asked as he simply followed behind grudgingly, and she sighed, they walk right past the Bowers Gang, with Henry eyeing her up and down with a sick smirk.

God, Timothy wished he could just smack that smirk off, he glanced back, looking at Patrick Hockstetter who looked up at him right away. He stared for a moment then he looked down once Henry noticed so Timothy looked at him with worry. Did he know about it? Worries ran through his mind. He sighed, looking at Patrick once more before he looks back to his best friend as they head to the exit.

Once they were outside, they approach their other best friend who was outside, smoking a cigarette. He's always stealing a pack from his parents' stash at home when they weren't home. "Stupid prick! I knew you'd ditch class!" Elise exclaimed, smacking the back of the blonde teenage boy's head, this sent his cigarette flying right out of his grip.

David was always ditching, this was not really a surprise. He never shows up to classes he thinks are too hard or he doesn't tolerate. Which was most of his classes except for Art and English, both of them knew that and why. For the longest time ever, David wanted to be a writer or a painter.

It was totally uncharacteristic of him, but he loved it, Timmy even gave him the idea to be a comic book writer, he can illustrate and write the whole book, he didn't need anyone else to help with that, well except for the grammar queen herself, Elise. And Timothy always offers to be the one to publish, he liked the business side of things.

Timothy steps on the cigarette on the pavement in front of them, making David sigh, staring at his shoe before looking up at him. "Hmm.. Thanks, T." He says and Timothy rolls his eyes with a small smile then he noticed Bill Denbrough by the trashcans with his three friends, so he decides to walk over to talk to the boy for a while but already, Henry Bowers was making his way with his gang.

He sighs, slowing down to see if they were just gonna walk on by and leave them alone, but not really surprisingly, he sighs when he saw Henry Bowers grab Richie's backpack, and shoving him towards Stan and the two both slam right into each other then they fell to the ground. Patrick walks over to crouch beside Stan and grabs his kippah, holding it up, "nice frisbee, flamer." He says, "give it back!" Stan said but Patrick pulled it away, laughing as he is standing up and then he threw it at the bus.

"Fucking losers!"

Timothy watched the whole thing with a small annoyed look and crossed arms, Belch burped in Eddie's face and the boy gagged. Timothy walks over to Stan and Richie, so he can help them both up as Bill turned to face Henry who purposely bumped into him harshly while walking past him. "You s-s-suck, Bowers!" Bill said and Timothy looks up at him right away, sort of taken back.

"Are you two okay?" Timothy asked as he helps Richie up then Stan. They both stare at him for a moment then simultaneously share a look before they walk over to Bill and Eddie. "You s-s-say something, B-B-Billy?" Henry mockingly stuttered at the boy and Timothy rolled his eyes.

"You got a free ride this year 'cause of your little brother. Ride's over, Denbrough." Henry said, walking closer to Bill making Timothy get kind of riled up, at that point he wanted to say something but Henry looks behind Bill, at his father who was watching. "Pussy." Timothy said in a cough making Henry look at him.