New Girl // richie tozier x reader

Chapter 7

Y/n's POV

i walked to school alone today, i waited for richie but he never came out of the house, maybe he had already left, or maybe he just wasn't feeling well, i wasn't sure but i couldn't be late and risk a call to my parents.

the first half of school dragged, i wasn't really paying much attention, i couldn't care to, i was tired and i wanted to see my friends, i hadn't had enough time to talk to them before the first bell rung.

i was more then happy when the lunch bell rang, i rushed my way to the cafe, not even grabbing any food, and spotted the rest of the losers sitting at our table.

"hey losers," i smiled and sat in between richie and bev "hey y/n/n, where were you this morning?" bev asked "uhh got up late," i said and she nodded "yesterday was fun y/n," ben told me, everyone else, aside from richie, nodded, agreeing with him.

i looked over my shoulder to glance at richie, he didn't look too great, his hair was kind of messy, his glasses looked as if they had been broken but somehow put back together, i noticed a dark spot showing on his left arm, it was mostly covered by his t-shirt so i couldn't be sure if it was a bruise or not, and he hadn't said one word since i sat down.

bev and i shared our next class so i walked with her, i was worried about richie and i wanted to know if she maybe knows what happened "hey does richie seem a little off today?" i asked "a little? he hasn't said a single word today, not even a stupid joke," bev said "do you know what happened?" i asked "nope, as i said, he wouldn't talk, he looked a lot worse this morning though, i thought you guys would've come together?" bev said "i guess he left before me, i waited outside his house for like twenty minutes, i was almost late," i sighed "you should talk to him after school," she suggested "i will, i really hope he's ok," i said the last part quietly and we walked into class taking our seats.

the rest of the day i though about what i would say to richie, he never seemed to talk about his personal life and always avoided the subject when i asked, i do the same things because of my mother, and something about the way richie was acting today made me feel like he was going through something similar.

"hey y/n," eddie waved me over to the rest of the losers as i walked out of the school, i already saw richie starting to walk somewhere, but it wasn't to where his house is "hey umm, i'll see you guys tomorrow, i've gotta go," i yelled and ran towards richie.

"hey," i said as i caught up to him "go away y/n," he mumbled annoyed "no rich, what's going on?" i asked and he stopped turning to me "why the fuck does it matter?" he yelled at me, i stepped back a little "because i care about you," i told him, his eyes look sad and i didn't like it, he didn't say anything but continued walking, i followed "stop it y/n, just fucking go!" he yelled again "no, i told you already! i'm not going anywhere, you can trust me, i'm here," i told him, he did say anything so i grabbed his arm forcing him to stop walking "stop... let me go," he yelled trying to get out of my grip.

i was lucky no one was around, i would've looked like i was trying to hurt him "you don't need to talk to me, i won't make you, but i'm here," — i told him giving up, i don't want to force him, it wasn't going to do anyone any good — "do you want me to go, cuz i will," i asked, i was oddly scared for his response "don't," he sighed.

we walked all the way down to a lake, i honestly wasn't sure where we were, or how to get back, but i didn't care right now, i just want to make sure richie's okay.

we sat in silence on the edge of a cliff, it was a little awkward, but i didn't mind, to my surprise richie started talking.

"my parents," he said throwing a rock into the lake below the cliff "huh?" i asked confused "why today, i've been..." he trailed off, i nodded understanding "do you want to talk about it?" i asked looking at him, he was looking down, fidgeting with his fingers before lifting one had to fix his glasses "their just such fucking assholes," he said, raising his voice and throwing another rock, this time it was much harder "what happened to your arm?" — i wondered, i hoped it wasn't what i thought it was, he looked up and nodded at me, confirming my thought — "richie..." "it's fine, i'm used to it," he said "i'm sorry," i sighed, i didn't know what to say, i just couldn't have ever thought that this was going on, then again, people are good at hiding things like that.

"whatever, it doesn't even matter," he said, i could see his eyes start to water "yes it does," i told him "to who y/n, my. parents, they don't fucking care, their both too fucking high and drunk or whatever to even notice what they do to me, so why the fuck does it matter?!" he yelled, tears falling down his face and fogging his glasses "i care, i get it, i understand, when you have parents like that and they say bad things to you constantly, it's hard to avoid, or to not believe them, but you have your friends, we care about you richie," — i told him, he didn't say anything but he was still crying, i could see he was embarrassed, and i understand it but i wasn't going anywhere — "come here," i said quietly and holding my arms out for him.

i wrapped him in a hug which he returned, holding onto me tightly, i honestly couldn't remember the last time someone had given me a hug, and even though it was meant to make him feel better, i enjoyed it.

"don't you have to go home?" richie asked, sniffing as he whipped away the remainder of his tears and pulled away from the hug "my parents aren't home," i told him "that must be nice," he said "you have no idea," i sighed and he got up giving me his hand "well if you don't have to go home, would you stay with me a little longer?" he asked blushing a little "why don't you just stay at my house?" i offered "your parents won't mind?" he asked "well what they don't know won't kill them... their not home until sometime next week," i told him.

i was sure that if either one of my parents found out i had a boy staying over, i'd be dead. although my dad isn't a fucking bitch, he still has his rules, and boy spending the night unsupervised is definitely one of them.

"if you're ok with it," he said "i wouldn't have offered otherwise," i told him with a smile "sure then," he said and we headed back to my house.

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