Losers obsession

Chapter 2: Creep

It had been about a month since Andy had transferred to derrys middle school. She had strangely, became rather popular. One encounter with the infamous Bowers gang, and maybe or maybe not hooked Henry in the face with her left fist.

Oddly, that's not what made her the talk of well, town.

It was more how not only henry, or his gang, but how the losers as well were so. . . . . strange ever since they met her. Henry's gang would follow her around like body guards, Beverly was even more touchy, and jealous, she would berate anyone who even looked Andy's way.

Richie began to distance himself from others, he would basically only interact with her, and the losers. Mike would constantly stare, and being the collected and not very social man he is, people found it odd when he began to hug Andy every time he saw her.

And, don't get me started on Stan and Eddie. Stan would become a shy mess, and would constantly pass notes, and gifts to andy. Eddie was well. . . . Almost as bad as beverly, I mean he took clingy to an extent, it honestly made Andy try and avoid him. Let's not talk about the time he tried to kiss her while she was leaning in to speak for a group project.

And bill, Oh poor bill. He began to almost act like what he called 'A mature person.' Really the only reason he did it was to show Andy he was capable, and because he thought he looked hot strutting around in a leather jacket.

And lastly, ben. Now he, Andy didn't avoid, and personally liked. He was sweet, and generous, very kind, and not clingy. Unlike ben, she made it her mission to stay away from everyone. being naturally a timid, and not very social girl, mixed with stalker like tendencies from her former "friends" Only intimidated the poor girl more.

Now, she was next to Ben smiling happily at the slightly taller boy, as she neared his locker, letting him drop his books off, and go into P.E class. She sighed, she had a new teacher since her last, Mrs. Everwilde was retired since she had began to fall ill. Sadly, she was the only teacher Andy could even stand, then again, she just really liked old people, they were so easy to talk to.

Considering she was raised by her grandparents also makes a factor. She just preferred open minded, and wrinkly people over judgemental skanks. Sighing, she took a step inside of her classroom, already seeing eddie sitting down, waving excitedly, she sighed and waved back softly, sitting somewhere else as Greta had been absent today, and since new teacher, no assigned seats! Mini victory!

When the bell rang, and eddie stopped pouting, and staring looking at the black board. (Being the teachers suck up he is.) A taller, male filled in as well, standing broad at the side of the teachers desk, nodding as he mentally counted the heads in his room.

He stopped on andy, staring at her for a few seconds, dark eyes raking over her form. He cleared his throat still looking at the obviously uncomfortable girl with a soft smile. Her stare back was hard, and midly nervous. He clasped his hands together, moving to the blackboard, the chalk scraping against it as he wrote.

"Good morning class of History 1! I am your new teacher, Mr. Skarsgård. You may call Me, sir, or Mr. Or my name, so no silly Nick names, or derogatory terms." He circled around the room leisurely stopping at Andy's desk, slamming his palms for on the cold hard wood, looking her in the eyes before back at the class in a harder stare.

"Now. Since I decided to go easy on you, I would like all twenty three of you to introduce yourself than fill out a packet for what you know of everything, and anything you will learn in my class." Groans, and silent curses were heard while Andy rolled her eyes. ' Easy my ass Mr. Scar guard or whatever the fuck your name is.' Sighing, she waited for her turn, running her nose bridge.

A chorus of annoying reassurances of greta not being here, and an aggravated Andy groaning caused scar guard or whatever his name was- It slam his palms- Yet again- On her desk, alerting everyone, even pouty Eddie krapsbak. He looked down at a sheet, clearing his throat. "Okay, please tell me your name, and anything else. First of all, Arian micheals."

A short Hispanic girl, with long frilly red brown hair stood up, freckles dotting her warm chocolaty skin. Andy stared, and almost salivated, now she preferred people who weren't a stick but, her eyes were- She shook her head. Growing up with religious grandparents she would be clobbered with stones for even being attracted to a female.

Yet, she was. Heavily. "Hi! I'm arian, I am sixteen, part of the student council, I love horses, dad jokes, dimples, and the color yellow!" Andy couldn't help. but smile as the girl did, her yellow braces on display, 'Yep. Totally lebbing right now.' Lebbing, something she referred to when crushing on a girl.

Andy never really understood her sexuality, that was until sixth grade when a female teacher bent over her bust on display and- Let's just say there is a reason Andy only thinks of Ben as a friend. She smiled softly at the girl, as she say down, four more kids were called, all names starting with an A.

'Must be alphabetical. Wait- Oh no-' "Andy Warhol?" He looked around the classroom curious until she sighed, raising a hand in the air, and slumping on the desk. " A proper introduction Mrs. Warhol. " She rolled her eyes biting back a snarky comment or gesture as she stood up.

"Andy warhol, 15, purple, horror flicks, sleeping." She said this nonchalantly, much to eds, and scars obvious disapproval of her sarcastic attitude. Mr. Skarsgård, sighed tapping on his clipboard. "See me after class Mrs. Warhol." He looked at he got a fraction of a second, then back at the next kid he called. " Julia averson. "

Class had gone by with a persistent eddie, annoyed andy, and a way to pretty arian. Andy sighed, and idea in her head as the last kids filled out, speed walking out the door until. "Where do you think your going?" Scary scar said in a more demanding tone than question. " B-bathroom? " She sighed, walking back to his desk, and sitting on the opposite side, slouching.

"You see. Your behavior, the whole, "Too cool to even show her own teacher respect thing." Is fairly annoying, and I will not tolerate it. " She nodded, picking at her nails, kicking her feet, placing her hands in her lap, much to her discomfort he placed his hand on her shoulder, slowly running her arm.

" But I have to admit, it's rather intriguing. " He smirked down at her, his hand lowering as his gaze turned into a weird haze of interest, anger, and a darker thing. . . . . . . Staring into his eyes, not noticing his hand on her thigh, immediately holding back out of the chair. "S-sir! I-I." She looked at him in disgust before backing away, shaking her head, heading towards the door.

"I have to leave." She mumbled out fixing her straps as a solemn make watched her. " Good bye andy. " He smirked down as she rushed out, tucking a strand begin her ear, a pool of discomfort, and fear in her stomach. She speed walked to math. One thing on her mind, that stupid gross perverted teacher.

making her way to math through the halls she couldn't help but shutter at a gaze she felt behind her, turning around and gulping them walking still, the same feeling filling her pale form with dread, sighing she turned the corner smirking as she cursed out Mr. Skarsgård in her mind.

She adjusted the the straps on her arms, and smoothed down her jeans, and pushing her glasses further up her bridge nose. Sighing as she raced her feet around the maze of a school to the dreaded worst class ever. She was certain of one thing. Mr. Scary scar earned a new permanent Nick name wether he likes it or not, and Andy definitely thought it fit him rather well.

'Absolute fucking Creep.'