Dear Anonymous |Stozier|

10

Stan and Brandon stood by there lockers talking before class started. They still had a decent amount of time and they didn't have much else to spend it on.

"Maybe next weekend you could come over? It's fine if you don't want to of course though." Brandon smiled at his friend. Stan agreed as it didn't seem him and Bill were going to hang out soon. Stan checked his wrist watch, said goodbye and went to his first class of the day.

The classes were boring per usual until 5th period. Stan sat in his normal seat beside Bill while the teacher took the attendance. Stan tapped the eraser of his pencil against his desk, overly stressing about when he had to say "here". It was normal for most to just say here when the attendance was being taken, but Stan has a habit of getting anxious over small things. For instance, what if his voice cracked? What if someone interrupted him? What if the teacher pronounced his name wrong? So many what if's in Stan's head.

"This year we will be doing a science fair. Don't worry it's just one for our school not a big deal, but this will be done in small groups of three. I have already paired you." The teacher announced after the attendance. Stan mentally rolled his eyes knowing he would probably end up just working alone and doing everything, or being excluding and doing nothing. That's what always happens, he gets shoved into a group of two best friends and then gets ignored. Typical.

"4th group, Stanley, Bill, and Richie." Stan was speechless. This had to be a dream— no a nightmare. He pinched himself in hope of waking up but nothing had changed, this was all real. He looked at Bill and Bill smiled politely, but Stan could see in his eyes Bill was telling him to deal with it and to not complain. He looked over to his other partner who was grinning ear to ear. Richie grabbed a sticky note, scribbled on it then passed it to Bill who passed to to Stan.

so marshmallow, or should i say Stanley? ;)

Stan glared as his faces became red, with what emotion no one knew, and ripped the note right in front of Richies face, but nothing could ruin the teenage boys mood now. Stan huffed and turned back towards the front where the teacher explained the rubric the rest of the class.

Richie was in his last class of the day. He threw his backpack down beside his desk and sat down lazily, his day was already perfect why try anymore. He could go for a smoke right now. He looked at the clock trying to see is he had enough time to leave before the teacher came in. Richie was about to pick up his back when the door slammed closed and the teacher strutted over to their desk.

"Homework check." The teacher announced. The class started rummaging through their school bags and pulling out sheets of paper with the work on it. Fuck Richie thought. He had always been a procrastinator, and ya sure in the past few years of high school he might have forgotten to do most of the homework, but this year had been different. He was a good student, he knew how to do most of it, Richie just didn't like to. This year Richie had completed every assignment, all thanks to his anonymous homework buddy. Even if anonymous didn't have to help him either everything, anonymous reminded Richie to do it all the time.

"Back to your old ways Tozier? After school detention." The teacher said walking by Richie. Richie rolled his eyes. Teenagers like Henry Bowers can get away with not doing homework every week but he misses one assignment and he gets a detention. Richie sat back in his desk, a scowl in his face and his arms crossed bitterly. Richies mood has been sourly ruined. He really wanted to punch someone now. He didn't care who, he was just pissed at the world.

The bell rang for last period to be over. Richie pushed people away and hurried to his locker before he punched someone. Richie knew he didn't have a lot of impulse control, but he was using what he had. He grabbed his bag while everyone else took there sweet goddamn time. He pushed his way threw others to get to the door until he was pushed back.

"Watch where you're going dumbass." Henry Bowers scowled at Richie. The teenager was not in the mood for this asshat and his temper had run short. So richie did what any idiot would do, he punched Bowers in the jaw.

"Fuck off." Richie glared. Henry glared at Richie and aimed a punch but Richie reared first and pushed Bowers to the ground. Bowers dragged Richie down with him and punched his face. The two continuously threw punch after punch until Richie was finally winning for once.

"Dude stop, dude he's almost unconscious you're gonna kill him." Someone was pushing Richie off the almost unconscious Henry. Richie didn't care though, he punched the person right in the face and got off of Bowers glaring again. He looked towards the guy he punched and marshmallow, or Stanley sitting beside him with an ice pack. It was then Richie realized he had punched Stanley's friend the new kid.

Fuck there goes any chance of being friends now

Stanley glared at him helping his friend off the ground and waking away. Richie looked back to Bowers who was in worse shape than him. Richie winced realizing he had in fact gone to far. He understood why the guy was trying to stop him now, but that didn't sues the hatred he had for the new kid one bit.

Dammit and I have to do a group project with the guy who probably hates me most now.

Okay first 991 words lmao. Second I wrote this chapter before chapter 9 so if a few things don't make sense that's why Lmao.