Things "Best Friends" Do

{1} First Day Of School

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A/N: my first Reddie fic so plz be kind and give it the recognition my hard work deserves😚
Enjoy!
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The crowded High school halls are screaming with energy. There's crackhead freshmen and aggravated upper class men everywhere you look. Girls gossip and chew gum by each other's lockers giving kids annoyed looks as they run by. The Losers walk through the halls shoulder to shoulder, dodging opening lockers and swinging backpacks while trying to get to class.
"Hey Eddie-"
"I swear to God Richie," Eddie's voice is high pitched and rushed- as usual. "If you're gonna tell me there's gum on my shoe, I already fucking know and it's fucking disgusting. I'm gonna need to disinfect it when I get home."
Richie laughs, "I don't need to know your whole fucking routine."
"Ok can you guys shut the hell up? It's literally first hour and I'm already annoyed..." Stan says.
"Yeah for real. Damn..." Ben glances up at the Bowers gang. They glare daggers at the losers club, Bowers spits at the base of their shoes and Eddie's eyes widen and he quickly side steps to avoid the clear liquid. The familiar faces, minus one who's an added freshmen since Patrick went missing last summer, sneer at the small sophomores.
"You th-think Bowers will be in any o-of our c-c-classes?" Bill sutters.
"I wouldn't be surprised seeing how dumb he is." Richie says.
"You're one to talk!" Eddie remarks, "Last year you almost failed math."
"Ok well at least I didn't break my arm." Richie snarks.
"Hey!" Eddie shoves him, "You know it wasn't my fault." His cast has recently come off since last summer.
"Whatever Ed's."
"Don't call me that!" Eddie scowls.
"What should I call y-"
"Hey guys?" Beverly Marsh taps them both on the shoulder and turns them around. "Class is this way Losers."
Richie turns on his heel, "Cheerio good fellow! Chop chop!"
"Richie enough with the British accent!" Stan laughs, his arms swinging by his side, he pushes Richie and the goofy teen glares at Stan. The losers wait at the doorway for Stan, Eddie and Richie before all walking in together. First class of the day- Math. God Richie hates math, he's bad at it too. And now, they all hate it a little bit more seeing as Bowers and one of his punks, a skinny blonde kid, is in there with them.
Richie sits in the middle of the Losers, Bev and Ben behind him, Stan and Bill in front and Eddie beside him to the right.
Class starts and three minutes in, Richie's already bored, he taps his pencil against his leg, chews the eraser- getting a disgusted look from Eddie- draws a shitty doodle on his math paper, then glances over at Eddie to see what he's doing. Eddies tongue is slightly sticking out and his eyes are narrowed in concentration as he scribbles notes into his math book. He looks so cute... Richie thinks. Wh- no stop what the hell Tozier what are even are these thoughts- Richies desk slightly jerks forward and he looks backward at Bev motioning to the teacher.
The teacher had called on Richie and he didn't notice because he was staring at Eddie fucking Kaspbrak.
"Um. What?" Richie asks, hoping he has more time to think of a way to turn this into a joke.
The class erupts into laughter and Richie smiles, a joke coming into play, "Sorry I didn't hear you I was just thinking about how you beautiful you are Mrs. Harrison!" That gets the class roaring, a couple awkward or nervous chuckles, but other than that the class is hysterical.
Mrs. Harrison glares at Richie, "Outside. Now."
Richie slinks out of his seat and shrugs at the Losers. He smirks at Eddie who rolls his eyes. When Richie glances at Bowers, Henry has a smug grin on his face, he nudges his new freshman friend- Elliot his name is and whispers something in his ear. Richie didn't hear what he said though because he's already out the door.
"Richie I don't appreciate the inappropriate behavior," Mrs. Harrison stands, hands on her hips, eyebrows raised at the tall boy.
"I-I'm sorry Mrs. H, I lied I wasn't thinking about.. ya know. It's just.. math confuses me." Richie tries not to get snarky with nice teachers because he does like to keep a good rep at school- and doesn't want to end up in detention unless he wants to.
Mrs. Harrison looks sympathetic and says she'll let him get by with a warning this time. Richie nods and steps back into the classroom. He heads back to his seat, his friends rolling their eyes and smiling at his stupidity.
But hey- stupidity is Richie's middle name, right next to Trashmouth.