Random Imagines

Richie Tozier// Angry

"Look Richie, all I'm saying is that you shouldn't litter. We only have one Earth, we have to protect her." I spoke up to one of the most notorious boys at school.

"Why should I pick up my trash when there are janitors. I'm just keeping them from getting fired." He tried to reason.

I picked up his trash, bending over.

He smacked my ass.

"Richie! God you are so rude! And by the way that was a lame ass excuse."

I slammed my hand, with his trash in it, against his chest.

"Throw it away... Richard."

I saw him barely clench his jaw.

"You think that bothers me? You'd be wrong baby girl." He winked at me. Clearly lying.

"Oh really?"

He hummed a 'mhm' and looked down at me.

I got close and whispered.

"Throw away your damn trash Richard." I looked into his eyes and bit my lip.

"Oh you so want me."

"How the fuck do you think that? You literally get on my last nerves."

"You like me" he sang. "It's okay. Every girl does." He shrugged.

"I don't. Because you're an asshole. And I know that guys like you don't do real relationships. So why would I put myself through that heartbreak?"

"Because I'm hot. And mind blowing at sex."

I rolled my eyes.

"I will not let myself get hurt by you Richie Tozier. And that's a promise."

I walked away from and and walked home.

Once I got there, I saw nobody. My mom must still be out of town.

I called Bev's house and told her all about my encounter with Richie.

"He totally has a thing for you" she says.

"He has a thing for anything with a vagina, Bev. He only wants sex from me. And it's not happening. I'm not one of those girls."

"Yeah I know. You're a good person. Please don't be tainted with his Richie-ness."

"I won't. Promise."

"Cool. I got to go. My dad's gonna be home soon."

"Okay. Love ya."

"Love you too y/n."

I hung up the phone and decided to go to the quarry. I wasn't gonna swim, just sit at the top and look out at the view.

I sat on the edge and watched the clouds move.

I started thinking about Richie, oddly enough.

His hair, his eyes. His cute smile.

I sighed. I am not falling for him.

"Hey loser." I heard behind me.

I turned around and saw Richie himself.

"Hey Rich." I looked back over the water.

He scrunched his eyebrows and sat next to me.

"What? No 'hey dumbass?' You love teasing me." He smiled and nudged me.

I licked my bottom lip and bit it while staring down at my hands.

"I just don't feel that great, sorry."

"What's up?"

"Like you actually care. You probably just want to ask me how I'm feeling so that I'll think you're a good person and have sex with you."

"You don't think I'm a good person?" He seemed a little hurt.

"You don't care about anything except yourself, Richie. Not others, not the earth. Not me."

"What makes you think I don't care about you, y/n? We've been friends since 7th grade."

I looked at him with tears in my eyes.

"If you cared about me then you wouldn't be fucking all these other girls."

"You say other... do you mean you want me to... ya know. You?"

"No. Maybe. I don't know Rich. Every encounter with you lately has been so frustrating yet so hot at the same time, you confuse me. And I know I said I wouldn't let myself get hurt by you but it already happened once-"

"When? When have I ever hurt you?"

"Pennywise. Y-your fear was losing me as a friend. And when I asked you about it, you denied it. Said that if you lost me you wouldn't care. You really hurt me that summer Richie. When school started I pretended to be okay, it worked for years. But on my birthday a couple months ago, when you wrote me that letter," a few tears poured down my face. "I fell for you all over again."

I wiped them away.

"And now whenever I see you I can't help. It get butterflies and you're just so fucking hot!" I screamed.

He chuckled a bit, the full on laughed.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes, feeling the tears well up again.

"I'm sorry Richie... I know you don't want attachments. So I think maybe we should just not talk? Until I stop loving you." I sniffled and started to stand up. He grabbed my hand.

"I'm laughing because it's ironic. I only slept with those girls so you'd have a reason to get angry at me. You're so sexy when you're angry." He had a smile plastered on his face.

"What?"

"Yeah. When you got in my face earlier and told me off, and telling me to pick up my trash. God that drove me crazy. You had no idea how badly I wanted to just grab your face and kiss you. But I knew you'd hate it and think I was just doing it for sex." He cleared his throat. "Which by the way. You're the one girl worth waiting for." He looked at me.

We both leaned in and started making out.

Stop it y/n.

"Wait. Richie. Tell me this is real. That it isn't fake."

"This is real, baby girl. I promise."

I smiled.

"Okay."