The Brit and The Trashmouth [R.T]

Chapter Eleven

The morning sun shine was what awoke the British girl the next day. She sighed as she took in the bright light of the morning.

She laid in her bed in silence as she looked up at her light purple walls and ceiling.

She was nervous to say the least, she wasn't sure how she was going to be able to stand next to the boys in her undergarments.

Because she knew that they would stare at her, and that would make her super uncomfortable, to say the least.

But she knew that she didn't want to stay in today, so with a sigh she dragged herself out of her comforter, and into her closet.

She quickly threw on a outfit and her black converse. She grabbed a  backpack and started putting things in there that she would need for the day.

Her sunglasses, cherry flavored chapstick, tampons, a book, and a scrunchie to hold up her hair.

She zipped up her bag, and just like clockwork her front door's bell rang, she grinned to herself as she knew who it was at the door.

She sprinted out of her room and scrambled down the stairs, then she took in a breath before opening up the door, a grin plastered on her face.

Richie stood on her front door step, with his usual hawaiian button up, and his usual cheeky grin plaster on his own face, mirroring hers.

"Are you ready to go, hotstuff."She blushed slightly at the nickname, before nodding her head.

"You know it."She replied, as she slammed the door shut, after she walked out of it.

The two hopped on their bikes, as they began their journey to the quarry. Violet could feel her anxiety grow worse and worse after each passing minute.

Her hands grew clammy and white, as she gripped her handlebars tighter. Richie looked down at her hands to quickly see that they were shaking, which he grew concerned at.

"Vi?"He asked, looking ahead to make sure that there were no cars so that he wouldn't turn into road kill while biking.

"Yeah."She asked.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"You seem nervous. Mind telling me why?"He asked, sending her a raised eyebrow.

"It's nothing."She lied. She felt embarrassed about the feeling that she was getting and decided not to tell him.

He knew she was lying, but decided to ignore it, if she wasn't going to talk then he wouldn't pressure her into spilling what she was feeling.

The two arrived shortly afterward, and they threw down their bikes, then joined Ben, Bill, Eddie, and Stanley at the edge.

The four boys were already in their underwear, so quickly Richie undressed and tossed his clothes into a messy pile on the side.

He joined in doing their usual contest on how far they can spit into the quarry, Vi never participated in the activity.

She thought it was super disgusting and she just stood to the side, mentally gagging at the sounds coming from the boys throats.

She hadn't underdressed, she felt uncomfortable doing it, and she was secretly hoping Beverly would come so she wouldn't have to do it alone.

And as if hearing her, she heard a faint rattling noise and she turned to look behind and sighed in relief at the now short haired redhead.

"Hey, Bev."Vi said as she walked over to the girl silently.

"Hey Vi."She greeted back before looking over at the boys, she scrunched up her nose at the sounds, making Violet chuckle under her breath.