IT IMAGINES AND PREFERENCES [COMPLETED]

STOLEN GLANCES - R.T

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"I want you to give him this practice test, and if he passes, then you don't need to tutor him any longer."

Madame Pratt's voice echoed around in your head for the rest of the day because you knew that he was going to pass with flying colors. Once the seventh-period bell rang, signifying the end of the school day, you filed out the door with the rest of the students and was met with Richie leaning against his truck smoking a cigarette.

"Ready to go toots?" His voice sounded husky as he inhaled the last part of his daily smoke and crushed it under his boot.

You gave him a small nod and pulled yourself up into his truck. You thought that you would tell him the good news after today's session and didn't say anything as you laid your head back to watch Richie silently sing along to the songs playing on the radio. The sun hit his face perfectly, glowing and highlighting his features.

You thought back to when you first noticed him in the crowded classroom of fifth-period French class.

"Richard Tozier, maybe if you spent as much time paying attention during class as you do staring at Y/n, you would be passing." Madame Pratt's voice rang out, catching your attention.

You turned your head to the right and was met with a blushing Richie. He smirked and winked in your direction before turning back to his notebook to doodle.

That was the first time you really paid attention to Richie at all. After that encounter you seemed to notice him everywhere you went, you even saw him standing at the side of a party while you danced.

Throughout the next couple of weeks, Richie had improved at an amazing speed ("Aw shucks, I just have a great tutor.") but still goofed around during his lessons. The next week you had missed your first-period, failed a math test, and found out your ex had cheated on you through your whole relationship. Richie had stopped distracting you that day and followed along in the lesson. Afterwards, he invited you to spend time with him and his group of friends.

He took you to the quarry, and Bev immediately liked you. She stayed by your side, telling you funny stories about Richie that made you realise how much you liked him when he buried his face in his hands and begged Bev to stop.

When you saw him at parties now, it was always because he gave you a ride. He would get you both a drink, dance with you, and make sure you got home safely. Your face now deepens in color as you remember the night you were dared to take a body shot off of him.

Bill had suggested playing truth or dare and Beverly kept giving you knowing glances that made you keep choosing dare so you didn't say anything you would regret. The dares were slowly increasing from Mike drinking out of the toilet to someone from your science class doing a striptease.

Your mind was foggy and didn't take in the fact that Bev was the person asking you the question. The word 'dare' came out of your mouth before you could think otherwise and she spat out 'body shot off Richie' moments later.

You glanced up at the boy you were leaning on to make sure he was comfortable with it, and he tilted his head slightly in response. He laid down on the ground after taking his shirt off and waited for Stan to come back with the supplies.

"It isn't going to be weird after, is it?" Your voice was silent compared to everyone shouting around the two of you.

"Nothing with you is ever weird." His voice of reason made all of your doubts fly out the window when Stan came back with the salt, lime and tequila.

Richie tried hard to concentrate on anything else besides how your tongue felt from his hip bone to his navel. Your fingers dipped into the salt and placed it on the line before taking in how plump Richie's lips were around the lime.

With people cheering for you to go, you sucked in a breath and licked back up the line and took the shot before leaning in to take the lime. Your brain had engraved the slight feeling of Richie's lips on yours before you had to sit back up.

"What are you thinking about?" Richie's voice rips you from your thoughts when you realise that you were stopped in his driveway.

"I think this is going to be our last lesson." Your bottom lip stuck out a little bit to give him a pity pout at the news.

"It ain't over till the fat lady sings." He opened your car door for you and led you up to his house.

His house had become a second home to you. You came over wherever you had good news or couldn't sleep. You walked over to the dining room table and got out the practice test for Richie.

"That's all?" He tilted his head to the side in confusion since you usually had a textbook and five pages sprawled out for him.

"Yeah, Madame Pratt wants you to take this practice test to see your progress."

When he sat down and started to fill out the answers, he could tell that something was off. You had mentioned that this could be your last session, and it clicked in his head. He looked over to see you reading a book for English class, and he subtly went back to erase his answers so far.

He tried to act frustrated at the worksheet in front of him, so you didn't get suspicious. You glanced over to make sure Richie was doing okay on his test and saw him clenching his jaw in frustration. He put his pencil down and ran his hands through his hair in thought of what the answer was.

Richie turned his head towards you when he felt a pair of eyes watching him. To his amusement, you turned your head back to your book and flicked your eyes from it to him. The next time he noticed your eyes on him, he winked dramatically and said, "Tu voyes quelque chose que tu aimes?"

Do you see something you like?

Cocky bastard, you began to think before your brain got fuzzy at the act of Richie placing his hands on your cheeks and pulling you close. His lips slotted against yours while you noticed the butterflies in your stomach. You thought about how obvious it was now that he liked you and it felt right, but before you could deepen it or react that much, he pulled away.

His hands that were resting on your cheeks went to rub his neck, a nervous feature you had soon figured out, and he gazed towards the floor about to apologise. You reached out, grabbing the collar to his Hawaiian shirt and lightly rolled your eyes before placing your lips on his again.

You could feel Richie's chapped lips curve up against your smooth ones into a smile and you couldn't help but follow his actions, feeling the exact same way. He tasted like his afternoon smoke and mint.

You pulled away as it was hard to kiss him when you were both smiling like idiots, and rested your forehead on his, breathing out, "I like you."

"Yeah, no shit." Richie chuckled and pulled you back in.