Devil's Spawn (Richie Tozier x Fem! Reader) 2

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Word Count: 1115

Warnings: Cussing, cold shoulder, hateful attitude towards friend, awkwardness, lying, mention of parent abuse, almost being late for school, choosing reputation over an important person.

Song for chapter 20 - "Last Friday Night" by Katy Perry.

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I wake up to see that Richie is gone from the bed, so I panic and look through the whole house before seeing him in the kitchen. I sigh in relief.

"Good morning. How's your head?" I asked and he stared at me in confusion.

"What the hell happened yesterday? It feels like someone's drilling through my skull." He told me. I paused for a few seconds, deciding which parts of yesterday I should tell him.

"You were at Penny's party, you apparently used drugs and then hit your head against a counter. I saw you as you passed out, so I brought you over to my place to help you." I partly lied.

"Well, I didn't need your help." Richie glared at me.

"Woah, what's got your knickers in a twist, Tozier?" I nervously laughed.

"You could have left me there. I didn't ask you to help me, did I? Even in that state, I wouldn't want you helping me. Not even mentioning the fact, that you brought me to your house."

"What the fuck is your problem?! If I wouldn't have helped you, you would have bled out!" I yelled at him.

"Bled out?" Richie scrunched his face up in confusion.

"Well, yeah, you hit your head pretty hard and nobody else seemed to give a shit." I replied.

We stood in silence for a moment, not knowing what to say. For the first time in all of the years of him being my best friend, this was an uncomfortable silence, instead of a comfortable one.

"Well, uh...you should probably go home. Be careful with your head, though." I told him. He unlocked the door and left without saying anything.

I just hoped he wouldn't find out more. He didn't have to know what happened last night, because the feelings were one-sided. He would only feel disappointment.

I'm pretty sure nobody would go talking to him about it, because most of them were drunk and high during the time we were making a scene. At least, I hoped they were. Now the idea of everyone being high and drunk didn't seem so harmful.

I shut the front door, which Richie hadn't closed. Jesus Christ, why can't people close the goddamn door?

I went back into my room and landed on my bed with an 'oomph'. I sighed, not knowing what to do now. I didn't feel like visiting Alyssa today, not after what happened. Mike was probably busy...and...

I remembered Beverly from yesterday. If her dad isn't home, we could hang out. His dad thinks girls being friends with girls was fine (better than being friends with six boys), but he didn't exactly think of me as a girl. He thought I was more to the masculine side and he didn't seem to like me at all. He made that conclusion when I once visited Beverly, since he didn't approve of the boys and I had to make her dad less mad, but I ended up making him even more angry. In the end, Beverly told me that her dad didn't want me anywhere near her again.

I contemplated on calling Beverly. I was bored, but I didn't exactly want to hang out with anybody. Although, I did need someone to listen to my rants. According to the literature teacher, I shouldn't save up emotions, because if I didn't express them then I'd have mental breakdowns instead. If Beverly would listen to me, maybe she would know how to help?

Why not?

I groaned as I had to get up from my bed and went to call Beverly on the phone. Nobody was picking up for quite a while. Maybe she was busy...or wasn't at home? ...or got in trouble with her dad. If she did get in trouble with her dad, I couldn't help her, because that would make her dad even more angry when she eventually would have to return home.

I guess I just had to lay in bed all day, doing nothing. I mean, yeah I could finish my homework, but my mind was blank. I wanted to do something, but I didn't want to do anything at the same time. Ever get those moments? I could try for a nap, but my mind wouldn't let me, because of how restless it is.

I sighed, wanting my parents to come home more than anything right now.

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"Hey, aren't you supposed to go to school?" My mom asked me as I was still half asleep.

"What's the time?" I slurred.

"Almost 8," My mom replied.

"WHAT?! FU- fuuudge." I awkwardly smiled when my mom gave me a glare at me almost swearing in front of her. When she went out of the room, I dressed up at the speed of light and dashed out of the house. My mom yelled after me for not eating breakfast. I grabbed my bike and drove towards school.

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I had made it barely on time. I honestly couldn't have cared less about being late, but I hate when everyone's eyes would be on me as I opened the door to a classroom.

The first lesson was cancelled, due to everyone wanting to go outside as spring had brought in warmth. I just sat in the shade by a tree as everyone chatted. Everyone gave me a weird look once in every while, but I just ignored them.

It basically went on the whole day like that and I almost didn't go to lunch, because the looks were starting to flare my anxiety. What if somebody was sober and they told everyone? Is that why everybody's staring at me? I shook the thoughts away and proceeded to get my food, because I hadn't eaten today, so my mom would yell at me if she found out I didn't eat at least once.

I sat down in a corner of the cafeteria and ate in silence, until I saw Alyssa coming to my table. I started panicking as I saw everyone giggling and staring in my direction. I didn't know what to do, so my first instinct was to flee. I know, Alyssa would probably be very hurt, but despite that, she didn't want us to be found out, so I was doing her a favour.

"Hey, Y/N! Where are you going?" Alyssa called out to me, but I kept on looking at the floor without looking up as I walked past her. I hadn't eaten much, but at least I bought a pack of chips (crisps, for confused British people), that I grabbed before I went past Alyssa.

I'll explain it to her later. I thought as I went to wait for the next lesson.

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This chapter was pretty much forced, because I didn't have that much motivation, but I wanted to get it on schedule. You can kind of tell by the solitude-y feel and it feels plain, you can tell that the author/me just wrote for the sake of getting it done not making it good. This story is kind of going downhill, but I'm pretty proud of it, because twenty chapters in we still don't experience the full romance. I apologize for the too much and unnecessary drama in this story. Anyway, how you doin'?