The Losers are in college now. Senior year to be specific and Eddie has managed to avoid Richie since the IT incident. After Eddie started developing unusual feelings for Richie, he ghosted him. Now they're in the last year of college and Eddie has...
Eddie walked out the door and Davis said one last thing to me before following him out.
"You better watch your boyfriend, because he's gonna be mine soon."
Then he left.
Eddie
Davis followed me out the door and down to the gym that's free for all apartment owners. When we walked in it was completely empty so I took him over to the corner and started him off on the weights. After about twenty minutes on that, I switched him over to treadmills. I got on the one next to him and we jogged on the treadmills for a bit. He kept trying to create small talk but I wasn't feeling it.
I just wanna go back to Richie and continue what was going on before Davis walked in. I small smile formed on my face as I thought about how hot Richie is.
And I almost lost him.
From his wild brown curls to his chocolate brown eyes and many freckles, I still wonder what I did to make him want me...
He is just so sweet and he treats me like I'm a fragile piece that he would never want to break. I feel so comfortable when I'm near him.
I feel at home when I'm near him.
Whatever Davis thinks we have is a fat lie. I would never get with him. He's not ugly but I could never open up to him like I do to Richie. Davis is always around me. He hates Richie. He is always telling me to break up with him. Davis definitely has a crush on me. Actually, that's definitely not a crush. He is OBSESSED with me. And it's surely not healthy.
"Eddie?" Davis waved a hand in my face.
"W-What?" He shook me out of my sweet thoughts as I realized it had been a while.
"We've been running for the past forty minutes." He said, matter of factly.
"Oh sorry. Um session over I'll see you next week."
"What, no Thursday coffee?" He smirked.
"Not after you pulled last time," I rolled my eyes at the thought.
"You didn't like it? How about this?" He said, leaning his lips towards mine quickly. I immediately ducked out of the way and walked around him.
"No."
"But Ed's,"
"No. Only Richie can call me that. Because Richie is the one I love, not you." I huffed.
"Fine," he threw his towel at my face, "You were gonna be a fucking rebound anyway. Because you know what Eddie? I have no idea what Richie sees in you. You're too short. You're too skinny. You're way too fucking oblivious. You thought I liked you?? Sorry Eddie, but I don't go for stupid worthless trash. Now go run off to your boyfriend and cry to him because I'm done trying to talk to you. We aren't friends and never were, I was just using you. You're too ugly to ever be friends with me. And too poor. I hope you know that you are nothing but a dumb bitch, Eddie, a dumb fucking bitch. Go rot in hell, fag!" He said, grabbing his bag and leaving. I looked out the windows. I didn't even know I was holding my breath until I let it out, as a lone tear rolled down my face.
He called me so many horrible names. Bill would say don't let it get to you. But that's impossible. I just wanna be held and lay my head down and cry. I tried to get up but it was useless. My body just wouldn't let me.
Maybe he was right. I am all of those things. I don't know what Richie sees in me either. I fell to the floor and pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them and sobbed. There were horrible loud ugly sobbing noises leaving my lips and my cheeks were drenched.
I was in a ball.
In the floor.
In the gym.
Crying.
How pathetic.
Next thing I know I was drifting off into deep slumber.
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