me, bill, bev and stanley watched y/n and richie. they were sleeping and richie had his head on y/n chest, and held her hand.

we had ordered pizza and watched movies, but we decided to go to bed since it was late.

'h-h-how do you think it feels?' bill suddenly whispered.

'what?' bev said.

'lying on h-her chest like that' bill responded.

'what do you mean?' i asked, confused.

bill didn't respond, he just kept staring at y/n. i looked at bev who had a disgusted look on her face.

'you are all disgusting.' she said. 'i think it's adorable'

'i don't. he just uses her for fucking and kissing. she can do so much better.' stanley suddenly says.

everyone looks at him in shock.

'what? its the truth!' he says again.

we all look at each other.

'whatever' bev finally says. 'let's go to sleep. we have school tomorrow'

the next day: at school

'wait, explain it to me again.' richie says.

i point at my book. 'well you have to make this number into a fraction and then you have to d-'

'WHAT?! you just said the complete opposite!' he yells, frustrated.

'no, richie i didn't say th-' i say, but richie cuts me off.

'UGHH i fucking hate math!' he stands up from our lunch table, and y/n giggles.

'i'm going to the bathroom.' she says. 'see ya in history class'.

she stands up and walks away.

you had just left the cafeteria, and were walking through the hallways trying to find the bathrooms.

you turned a corner and felt someone push you into a locker.

'ouch!' you whine as you rub your arm. you look up and see a guy with a mohawk, another guy with black hair, and one with bleached blonde hair standing in front of you.

'well, well, well look who it is.' the guy with the mohawk says. 'it's the losers other slut!'

you give him a disgusted look. it was henry bowers. you didn't know much about him, but you had heard that he was a real pain in the ass, and someone to stay away from.

'leave me alone bowers' you whispered, keeping your eyes on the floor.

'you say something?' he says mockingly.

he smirks. 'do you mind if we have some fun?' he says trapping you against the lockers.

shit, you thought. you were screwed. nobody was around to help, and you knew you weren't strong enough to beat henry and his goons.

their laughter filled your ears as a tear strolled down your face. he leaned in and you felt his breath against your face. you tried to turn your face to the side but he held it, tightly.

suddenly, you heard footsteps in the hallway. multiple. lunch is probably over. yes!!

henry turns to his friends who signals him to leave. he turns around to face you again.

'this isn't over. you can go hide with your faggot friends, but i'm still going to get you. and i'm going to fuck you up.' he says before punching your stomach, causing you to whince and bend over.

the hallway fills with students who struggle to get to their lockers. tears fills your eyes and you run to the bathroom and lock yourself in a stall.

the bell rang, but you didn't care for it. you curled up in a ball and started sobbing quietly.

the bell had rang. school was over. you waited a while in the stall before quietly opening the door and walked into the hallway. there weren't a lot of people around.

you walked to your locker and opened the door, praying that you wouldn't see your friends, you just wanted to go home.

you got all your books out and closed the door. you looked around and saw no richie, bev or eddie. when you walked to the door, you heard voices behind you, and they sounded familiar.

it was richie.

you walked faster towards the exit and pushed the doors open. right before the doors closed, you could hear richie yell: 'hey y/n! wait up!!'

you didn't turn around, you just kept on walking, until you felt arms snake around your waist, lifting you off the ground.

they put you down and you turn around, seeing richie with a big smile plastered across his face.

'don't think you could get away so easy!' he says and leans in. his soft lips touch yours, but you pull away quickly.

he looks at you with a suspicious face, but before he can open his mouth beverely comes up behind you.

'hey y/n!!' she says and throws her arm around your shoulder.

'how about we all go to the quarry?' bev says, and everyone says 'yes', except you.

'what? why y/n?' richie says and he heard you say no.

'i just..' you said, then looked to your side. you could see henry and his friends leaning against his car, staring at you.

'i have a lot of homework.' you finished.

'oh.. okay. that's too bad. maybe we can go tomorrow?' bev says, and frowns.

'no no! you guys go, i'll just go home' you say.

'are you sure? it would be better with your there' richie says.

'yes i'm sure' you say before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. 'bye, i gotta go!' you say as you start to walk away.

you turn around, seeing stanley waving at you. you smile and wave back, before turning back around and walking to your house.

you passed bowers car (or its actually belch's ksksk) and focused on keeping your eyes down.

when you had passed them, you speeded home. you litERALLY ripped the door opened and ran up the stairs.

you threw your books or you bed and went to your mirror. you took off your shirt and looked at you stomach where henry had punched you.

it was red as hell, and already becoming black and blue.

'fuck', you muttered to yourself.

you went into the bathroom to find something to cover it with. you ended up wrapping bandage all around your fucking torso.

you sighed and looked in the mirror. it looked weird as hell. well, if you used the right clothing you would be able to cover it up.

you went back into your room and sat down in your bed. you opened your math book and started flipping the pages.

(bla bla bra you study then fall asleep)

sorry that this chapter took so long hehe

nothing really happens in this chapter but i hope to start sum drama heheh and i was thinking of turning this into the movies plot soon!!

also i've started writing a losers club preferences book, so if you wanna check it out you can do that