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five

Richie was walking through the hallway on his way to English, but stopped at his locker to get his book and journal. He had his walkman headphones wrapped around his neck, his lips pressed into a line as he took out his materials from his locker.
Then Richie felt a presence by him, and he looked to his side and saw Beverly. She looked overwhelmed by something, her eyes holding a frantic look.

Richie took off his headphones and unzipped his backpack to place them inside, he greeted her. "Morning, Miss Marsh. Does the day do you well?"

"Richie, I need to talk to you..." She said, cutting right to the chase, and Richie knew she was serious. Something had happened.

"Was it your dad?" He whispered.

"No," she shook her head. "It's way worse."

Both Beverly and Richie hated Al Marsh, he wasn't abusive or horrible to her, but he wasn't a good father either. 

"Want to go outside? I can skip English if you want me too. Besides, Ms. Lulline is giving us a quiz and I didn't study."

Bev laughed lightly at him, he always liked to cheer her up. It gave him a sense of purpose; as if he was sent down to earth to give Beverly Marsh a best friend for life.

She took his hand and they walked through the hall to the outside, by the football field. They made way to the bleachers and Richie took out a pack of cigarettes.

"You want one?"

"No thanks," she replied and looked down at the ground. Her eyes were sad.

"So what's the news?" Asked Richie, lighting up the nicotine stick and taking a huff. He exhaled as Bev looked back up at him.

"Do you know Ben Hanscom?" She asked first.

"Yeah, dude's apparently so righteous like a prince. Bullshit."

"Seriously? You don't even know him." Said Beverly.

"Why do you bring him up?"

"We've been screwing around for a while..." She whispered. Her and Ben liked to screw around every week, but who could blame her? Almost everyone had a crush on the guy. He was over six feet tall, and had huge muscles. He was also a gentleman, making his way to being Valedictorian. "But that's not all."

"Oh shit! Really, Bev? Damn, get-some-Hanscom!"

Bev rolled her eyes, "Shut up, Richie. This is serious."

"Okay, proceed."

"Um, I don't know how to put this any other way but...well... I'm pregnant." She was blushing mad, and her hands were nervously fumbling together.

Richie was silent, he looked down at her with a surprised, but calm expression. Was she lying? Probably...then again, Beverly had this distraught look on her face.

"Are you going to tell him?" He asked after a moment of silence. He couldn't believe it. He thought that Bev knew better than to have sex without condoms.

"No," she shook her head. She was close to crying. "I don't want it."

"Bev, you've gotta tell him." Richie put his hand on her shoulder. "I would say congratulations, but I know you're too young for kid, Bevvie."

"I am! Which is why I can't tell him...Rich, he wants babies." She sobbed. "And I don't want to be pregnant now...maybe when we're older... Not in high school. Not in this shitty town."

"It's gonna be okay," Richie hugged her. Beverly gave him a monster hug back, because she needed it.

"And my dad...he's going to want it, too. I can't tell anyone."