A Penny for Your Thoughts (Yandere! Pennywise x Reader)

XII - Prince Harming

All your classes passed by like clockwork.

Since it was the last day of school they had been shortened and all scheduled to occur before lunch. Then after was just a social hour to sign yearbooks if you chose to stay. 

Of course, you wouldn't. The idea of doing so had slightly crossed your mind as you hoped to find the Losers but now that was out of the question.

All you wanted in the world was to return to the safety of your home and never ever leave your warm bed again.

A hot shower and Henry's saliva leaving through the drain was your motivation to even finish the day.

The truth was that your encounter had left you shaken.

When you had begged your parents in the morning to let you stay home there was evident pity in their worn out smiles. They still denied you though. With their grim pursed lips they assured you that you'd be fine. No harm would come your way at school.

Obviously you hadn't told them about The Barrens.

Or the visions you and the Losers were being tormented by.

The naivety in their hope for you to be okay was not their fault as they could never understand what you were going through, but you wished they did because going to school had been a big mistake.

Hearing people speak about you in hushed tones when they were around you didn't even matter anymore. What little effect they had on you before you entered Health was gone.

Like a turtle, you retreated into the shell of your mind. Going about the day in zombie mode.

Math. Numbers were imprinted on your worksheet with dull led. They meant something but you didn't really care enough to understand what the teacher said.

Science. Receptors. There was nothing explaining why the memory of Henry's touch upon your skin had left a burning feeling welling up inside of you.

English. The poem that you wrote was tossed in the trash can. Palm empty and little pieces of paper sticking to it from when you ripped the poem to shreds.

It hurts that I like to feel-

Art. A rose graced your canvas paper, petals reaching out to the sun. The sun was red and a string ran from it, the petals jagged teeth swallowing it in through its stem. If there was a furnace you would've chucked it in.

Lunch.

Today you didn't sit alone. There was a table that a familiar face flagged you down to. Wide eyed underclassmen waved at you as you took a seat.

There was silence and you waited to see if anyone would comment about your Health class.

No one did.

Apparently the event hadn't made it to the school's gossip column of the day.

Instead they munched on their homemade lunches and offered you things to eat. You rejected them all because your stomach was really just needing an excuse to vomit.

"Sooo..." you drawled.

"So if it isn't Snow White and the Seven Dwarves." A smug voice announced behind you.

"Stuttery, Sicky, Fatty, Blacky, Big Mouth, Choir Boy, and Slutty!" An echo of high pitched giggles followed the proud voice.

All the Losers rolled their eyes.

"Gretta you forgot about the huge red dwarf sitting on your chin!" Richie countered, sticking his tongue out. The giggles became dramatic gasps.

"Shut your BIG MOUTH Richie!" Shrilled the voice.