Math Tutor 🥀 Reddie

Part 8

"I dare you to let someone here draw on your face," Mike said, smiling mischeviously, "And you have to wear it for the whole night."

"Who?" Stan asked.

"First one to raise their hand gets to do it."

Richie's hand immediately shot up into the air, narrowly beating Bill. Stan's eyes widened. He never chickened out on a dare, but he nearly told Mike to give him a truth instead. Mike broke into howling laughter as soon as he realized who would be using Stan as a canvas.

"Alrighty Stan The Man, get ready for a masterpeice," said Richie, "Anyone have a marker?"

"Just a second," said Bev. She stood up and rushed down the hallway into her room. Her aunt wasn't home that night, so The Losers had all decided to sleepover at her house. Everyone loved Beverly's Aunt Ella. She was a sweet woman who always tried her best to make everyone happy and treated Bev like her own daughter.

In fact, Bev practically was her daughter.  Beverly's parents had died in a car crash when she was a baby, and her aunt had raised her ever since then.   Ella, a tall, skinny woman with hair that looked like Bev's but longer, had been greatly affected by the death of her sister.  Although Beverly never really knew her parents, Aunt Ella made sure that her mother wasn't forgotten.  Pictures of Beverly's mom stood on the counters and bookshelves all over the house.

Ella often told Beverly stories about her mother, so Bev had an understanding of who she was.  Elfrida Marsh was described as funny, caring, and adventurous.  Even though she had only heard about her from her aunt, Beverly wanted to grow up to be like her mom, and although she'd never say it because it felt stupid to her, she wanted desperately to make her proud.

"I got the marker!  Now work your magic, Trashmouth."

Beverly handed Richie a permanent black marker.  She almost thought she saw a genuine twinkle in his eyes, the kind that only existed in cartoons.

He brought the marker up to Stan's forehead and began dragging it along to create something.  Stan's eyebrows knitted together in a worried expression, rightfully so.

It was soon evident that he was writing a word.  One by one, huge letters appeared above Stan's furrowed brows.

H...O...E...B...A...G

Everyone began to roar with laughter, mostly because of how angry they knew Stan was about to be.

"What? What'd he do?"

Ben fished his phone from his pocket and showed Stan his reflection in the camera. The curly-haired boy nearly jumped back at the sight. He turned to Richie.

"Are you serious, Tozier?"

"Indeed I am, hoebag."

"Alright," said Ben, working through bouts of laughter, "Who's next?"

"Richie," Bev started, "Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I d-dare you to pick truth f-f-for once," Bill suggested.

"Hell no. C'mon, Beaverly. Give me a dare."

"Dare you to call your crush and ask her out."

Immediately, Richie felt his stomach do a flip.

This has been such a fun night so far. Don't make me think about this.

"Hey Eddie, what's your mom's number?"

"No dude," Beverly said, smiling and rolling her aqua eyes, "For real."

"I don't like anyone though."

"Liar."

At that point, it feel like his organs were all performing an elaborate gymnastics routine. Did she know somehow?

Stop it. You're being paranoid.

"Nope," he replied, "I actually don't.  For real."

"Fine, I believe you.  Do you wanna take a truth or do a different dare?"

"Different dare."

"Okay," she said, "I dare you to eat a spoonful of mayo."

The group exploded into a cacophony of fake gagging noises.

"Challenge accepted," said Richie, "Where's the mayo?"

"In the kitchen.  Come on," Beverly replied.

She pushed herself into a standing position and made her way into the kitchen, the rest of The Losers Club following close behind.

The refrigerator door creaked as Beverly yanked it open.  It was mostly empty, besides condiments and a couple of gray grocery bags that nobody had bothered to empty yet.  She reached in and pulled out a huge jar of mayonnaise.

The group walked to the kitchen table and Beverly placed the jar onto the wooden platform.

"Can someone go get a spoon?" she asked, turning the lid, "They're in the drawer next to the oven."

There was an audible "pop!" as the jar opened. Eddie came rushing in with a plastic spoon. He handed it to Richie before turning around so he wouldn't have to see what was about to happen.

(Remember to comment and vote. Decided to spare the details about the mayo because mayonnaise is 🤢🤢)