Before They Were Los(v)ers

Chapter 3: pov, Bill Denbrough

"Get your stuff Billiam" I grab my things & me & Richie follow after Eddie & Stan.

"Can I talk to you about something in class?" I look at Richie as we walk up the stairs following Stan & Eddie. Richie is staring at shoes, to be more specific, Eddies Shoes.

"Wuh-w-what about?" Richie looks up at me then gestures to Eddie, I nod & put a finger to my lips to shush him so he doesnt start talking about him now.

"In fifth p-period" Richie nods & I follow Stan to our class. Stan is silent most of the time but he lets out small giggles with the weird things I draw & give to him. The bell rings & I see Richie as I get out of my class. Me & him get to class & sit in the back, the two middle rows because Richie says they are closest together, they are, so when we talk it doesn't look too obvious.

"Speak" I say & Richie looks at me.

"Ok, so remember at lunch when I said Eddie slapped me?" I nod.

"Do you remember when Eddie said he slapped me cause I was being an idiot?" I nod again.

"Well that's not really why he slapped me" I raise my eyebrow in question, we start to whisper because the teacher has started talking.

"Well when the teacher kicked us out to go to the principal's office, on our way to the cafeteria, he slapped me obviously. But then he said that he slapped me because he said that what I did put me in danger & he couldn't live knowing that he was the cause of me getting hurt"

"D-da-mn well I don't w-want to rain on your pa-arade but what i-if he just couldn't live wi-th the fact h-he was the r-re-reason someone got-hurt"

"Maybe Billiam. BUT!" Richie says at normal speaking voice

"Sssh"

"What if, he was trying to tell me, he was gay?" Richie shrugs & opens his eyes wide, hinting at the 'fact' he could be right. I roll my eyes.

"No o-f-fense Rich but he w-would have told me."
"How do you know that?" Richie says leaning back in.

"Because e-e-eve-ry time he gets a b-oner, he t-tells me, cause h-he thinks s-somethings wrong."
"Lucky" Richie mumbles under his breath. I roll my eyes.

"I'll make a-a d-deal, if he ever s-says that he is q-questioning, I will tuh-te-tell you, ok?" Richie nods & then smiles.

"What if we make him question himself?" I raise my eyebrow.

"What if, listen to me Billiam, what if I confess my love to him in Spanish" I facepalm, mentally & physically.

"Rich you d-don't know if he i-is a for-real crush"

"Yeah, but I have a lot of evidence that he is" I motion for him to go on.

"Well, every time I look at him, I get butterflies & I know it's butterflies because I've never felt it with anyone else. & I just get so happy whenever I think about him or look at him & every time he touches me I get goosebumps & I never get goosebumps. Also if it's not a real crush, I still know I like guys."

"H-how do you k-know that?"

"Cause I wouldn't fuck a girl but I would fuck a guy. I mean I haven't done either but I just imagine it with a guy being better. Remember when Stan found that playboy magazine in his dad's closet, he showed us the pictures & I said I had to go to the bathroom. & Eddie made a joke that I just wanted to jack off but in reality, I was uncomfortable, I didn't like seeing naked girls"

"Wait seriously?" Richie nods.

"Richie I-I don't care what you a-are, but I will a-always accept y-you."