Wrong

Happy Anniversary

So I have a bunch of It oneshots that I haven't posted...should I publish the book?? Maybe??

⚠ Homophobia (includes f-slur), fighting, misunderstandings, s*xual assault, panic attack ⚠

*Stan's POV*

•°• Spring 1992, Junior Prom •°•

I swayed side to side, my hands resting awkwardly on Patty Blum's waist. Don't get me wrong, she's a nice girl, but I have my eyes on someone else.

I looked across the room, seeing Bill laughing and dancing with Audra Phillips. A pinch of jealousy went through me. Patty sighed loudly, getting my attention.

"Listen, I know Audra is prettier than me, but you can at least TRY not to drool." She rolled her eyes.

"That's uh...n-nevermind." I bit my lip.

"You ok...?" She asked. "You don't look so good, Stan..."

"I like Bill," I blurted out quietly. "I'm not looking at Audra like that..."

"Oh..." Patty moved her arms off of my shoulders. "Go get him. You know he's the only openly gay kid in school. And even if Henry's a dick to you two, you'd still make a cute couple." She laughed and nudged me in their direction.

I smiled at her and mouthed 'thank you' before running off to Bill and Audra.

'You've got this, Stan. You're just talking to Bill, he's one of your best friends. Everything's gonna be ok.'

"Hey!" I smiled, feeling a little uncomfortable. "Can I, um, have this dance?"

"Aww sure!" Audra grinned and walked towards me.

"S-Sorry, uh, I was talking to Bill..." I blushed and looked down.

"Oh c-course we can d-dance." He blushed and put his hands on my waist. I felt my face heat up and I wrapped my arms on his shoulders.

"I'm surprised y-you want to dance with m-me," Bill laughed a little. "I mean, I kn-know you accept th-that I'm bisexual. B-But I thought you might be w-worried that someone would g-g-get the wrong idea."

"That's the thing..." My blush turned darker. "I like you...like like you."

Bill's smile dropped and he backed away from me. "Listen. I d-don't know what k-kind of game y-you're trying t-t-to play right now, b-but it's not cool. St-Stop making fun o-of me."

"I'm not jok-"

"Save it." Bill snapped at me, and I could swear I saw tears filling his eyes. "You're j-just like Bowers... I thought y-y-you different. I guess I w-was wrong." He turned away from me and walked back to the other Losers. A couple of them started glaring at me, while the others comforted Bill.

Tears fell down my face and I walked out of the gymnasium. I ran out to the hallway and covered my mouth so I didn't start crying out loud.

"Aw, did your fag boyfriend break up with you?" I turned around, spotting Henry Bowers and his friends laughing.

"Just leave me alone.." I wiped my cheeks quickly and speed-walked away.

"Not so fast, bitch." Victor grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me to the ground. I screamed as Belch kicked me, and Henry punched me.

I scrambled up and tried to push them and run away. Before I could, Patrick came up behind me, and grabbed me.

"Henry said I could have my way with you," He whispered in my ear. "You're such a fucking fag, I'm sure you'll like this." He kissed and bit at my neck.