Fuck you, bro (Richie Tozier x Male!Reader)

BOOK 1 | •One•

One | This year seems different

Word Count: 1492

Warnings: Being purposefully late for school, inappropriate comments, disrespect towards a teacher, foul language, bullying.

Song for chapter 1 - "Stunnin' " by Curtis Waters.

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"Please be home on time today!" A young boy got yelled at by his mother as he ran out of the house. He was late for school.

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"Mr. L/N, you're half an hour late! What is your excuse this time?!" The teacher exclaimed, aggravated with the young troublemaker.

"Sorry, didn't know you liked everything on time, since you spend twenty minutes talking about our tests before actually giving them." The boy responded with furrowed eyebrows.

"Just sit down and open page 394," The teacher sighed, knowing that the boy was too stubborn to stop bickering.

The troublemaker, who the school all knows as "The Devil's Spawn", sat down in the back (sorry, if you've got poor eyesight). People started using the nickname when they realized how aggressive his demeanor was. I mean, the nickname didn't even make sense when a bully like Henry Bowers existed! His friends, aka the Losers club, knew the better side of him and he felt more safe and trusting with them.

He sighed and spaced out, waiting for the bell to ring.

That commercial on TV yesterday was weird. I mean honestly, how can someone be happy about showing tampons?
AC/DC is nice. They've got some sweet music- wait is that a mosquito? Wait, no, no, it'S a bEE! Zoom. Damn it, just sting the teacher already!
Oh, look it's a balloon- wait, a balloon?

The young boy snapped out of his thoughts, directing his gaze to the window. Indeed, there was a balloon floating outside all by itself. A red balloon, to be precise.

Maybe a kid lost it? Damn, poor kid.

He directed his gaze back to the table and suddenly got a slight chill in his bones. Something wasn't quite right, but he ignored it thinking that his stomach hurt from slouching his back.

The bell finally rang, so the boy practically busted the door open while running outside to even catch a glimpse of his friends. He had spotted the dark-haired nerd, but he hadn't spotted him, so his plan was in action. He slowly sneaked up behind him.

"HEY, BUCKY BEAVER!" The boy called out in his best Henry Bowers impersonation. His friend flinched and turned around.

"Jesus fuck, Y/N!" Richie exclaimed and the boy howled in laughter.

"You nearly gave me a heart attack! That voice was almost spot on, I swear, I'll fucking get you for that," He glared at him and Y/N gave him a sadistic smile.

"Hey, dickheads, you're blocking the hallway!" Some random kid yelled out and pushed us to the side.

"You coming to dump the books after classes?" Richie asked.

"Yes, Rich, why wouldn't I?" Y/N asked and raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know, this year just seems different," Richie replied, "oh fuck, Bowers is coming!"

Y/N shifted his eyes into the direction Richie was staring at and there he was, Henry Bowers in all his psychotic glory. Y/N immediately fled past Richie and went to his next class before Bowers could catch up. He hoped Henry wouldn't catch Richie.