It Wasn’t Real (part three)
Summary: You’re part of the infamous Loser’s Club, and often asked, what are you afraid of? You reply, nothing, but what your friends don’t know is that your biggest fear is them.
A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.
Pairing: Loser’s Club x Reader, slight Henry x Reader (you’ll see) slight Eddie x Reader and slight Richie x Reader
Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones, pennywise.
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It was nice to know they’d stayed friends.
Notice the sarcasm.
Richie Tozier. The boy had made a name for himself it seemed, he was more than just the trash-mouth Tozier that he was when you two were friends. Word was that he was some sort of ‘cool’ icon? You didn’t know, but judging from his attire, you believed it. He’d lost the silly Hawaiian shirts and short coloured jeans, and replaced with black. Just black.
It seemed maybe his appearance had changed, but to you, his personality seemed the same. Richie hadn’t even noticed your presence yet, as he jumped on the back of Eddie and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, rough-housing with him.
The discomfort never left, only added when Richie came along. It was like you weren’t even there. But you guessed, it’d been like that for a while.
You’d heard them, heard in the halls as everyone talked and chatted. You’d seen the way Bill and Beverly still talked, or Stan, Eddie and Richie, or Eddie and Richie. It seemed that you were the singled one out.
We wouldn’t leave you.
“Don’t call me Eds!”
“Yeah, okay, Eds.”
Sighing, you turned around. You’d leave through a back door or something, anything to get away from this conversation. “Going somewhere, Bower’s girl?” Yet once again you felt your body freeze in shock, indignation running through you as you processed Richie’s words. Had he really?
“Richie!” Eddie gasped, shoving Richie off of him in anger.
Turning around, you clenched your fists and looked up at the suddenly much taller boy. Richie had been short as a child, and you use to be able to tower over him but it seemed puberty had been kind to him. He now stood at the least half a head taller then you, if you not more. You had to crane your neck to look up at him, whereas Eddie stayed relatively the same; you only had to look before you. Though, that did nothing to stop you; “what did you just call me?”
Richie shrugged; “Bower’s girl. Isn’t that what you are?” He asked, and paused when he saw the looks he was receiving. “I’ve seen you around with him, all cuddly and kissing.” He mimicked the actions, and you felt your lip snarl in disgust. How dare he?
“You don’t get to just call me that!” You stated, raising your voice and gaining the attention of a view passer-byers.
“I’m not the one hanging out with a bully, not to mention one that got sent back two years.”
Hurt and betrayal. Those were the only words that ran through you. The Richie you remembered was kind. Yeah, he could be crude at times but he’d never been cruel. The boy before you you didn’t know. You hadn’t known him for a long time.
Fighting back the tears that threatened to spill, you took a daring step towards Richie; “i’m only hanging out with him because of you.” You spat, crinkling your eyes in hurt. Laughing dryly, you stepped back; “but I imagine you don’t remember that.” You didn’t give Richie a chance to reply before you walked off the other direction.
You knew people could see you, sniffling and doing your best to hide the tears that fell. But no part of you cared anymore, not now, so you let the tears fall freely.
“Richie, it isn’t like that.” Eddie whispered, watching your disappearing figure. Richie did the same before turning his gaze to the much shorter boy below him, giving him a look. Sighing, Eddie shook his head; “Y/N- she’s not like Bower’s.”
“She hangs with him all the time.” Richie spat.
“You really don’t remember do you?” Eddie asked with a shake of his head, while Richie shrugged.
They’d left you. Again, just like that nightmare…
Hugging your knees closer to your chest, you stared at the river, watching as the water ran by in aggressive waves. Tears fell freely from your hugs, and you felt your body shake. The only thing that could be heard in the vast silence was your soft sobs.
A crack echoed behind you and you jumped, your body spinning around quicker than it ever had to see who was creeping up behind you. You only felt the fear grow when you saw Henry Bower’s step past a tree, knowing that anything to do with the teenage bully couldn’t be good. You whimpered, tired and knowing that you were alone, no one was going to help you.
He reached you within record time and you flinched, crawling back desperately. But Henry held his hand out to you, as if trying to tell you something. “I won’t- i’m not gonna hurt you.” The words sounded foreign on Bower’s tongue, had you ever heard him sound so gentle before?
You wiped at the tears on your cheeks; “w-what?” You questioned, your voice soft but raw with the crying you’d done. Henry took another step forward, walking just so he was beside you. You stared warily up at him, watching as he held his hands out to his side before slowly taking a seat next to you.
“I’m not gonna hurt you.” Henry repeated, “I promise.”
“I-I don’t understand…”
Henry said nothing more, only reached behind him for something in his pocket. You felt your heart spike at what it could be, fear racing through you until Henry pulled out a box. You leaned slightly closer to read the words written on the package; it was a pack of cigarettes. And you weren’t sure what possessed you, but as you watched the older boy slip one between his lips, you whispered; “those things are toxic you know.”
Henry again didn’t reply, instead extended the box over to you. “Want one?” And you knew you shouldn’t, a habit like this was bad. But you did, your skinny and small fingers reached up, still shaking, and pushing through the opening before grabbing one and bringing it up to your lips.
Looking over to Henry, you let him bring the lighter up to your lips and light your cigarette. Breathing in, you took the cigarette out slowly before a coughing fit fell over you. Henry only stared before him, and soon the coughing seized and you were left to an uncomfortable silence. “Why?” You whispered. “You hate me.”
“I don’t hate you.” Henry mumbled, before taking a puff of his cig and smirking at you; “trust me, i’d remember a pretty face like yours.”
You’d fallen into a trap that day.
You sighed, staring at the clock for about the billionth time that passed minute. It was only you in detention today, no one else for whatever reason. While you’d thought the quiet would be nice, you just wanted out. Out of here… to do whatever. Maybe you’d go see Henry or something, it didn’t really matter.
Two hours was too much, even for telling a teacher to fuck off. Well, that’s what you thought.
Sighing again, you looked at the teacher who’d fallen asleep a long time ago. Great.
“Time to play…” You heard faintly and felt your heart plummet, not this… not now. You looked around you, desperately trying to find someone but it was only you and the teacher, and it certainly wasn’t the teacher who’d said that. It isn’t real. You thought; “just in your head.”
“Aren’t you afraid, Y/N?” The voice echoed right behind you and it was no doubt that the voice was Richie’s, much like that night in your bedroom so long ago. But when you looked behind you, there was no one. Taking a deep breath, you sat up straighter in your seat and shook your head. You were crazy, that couldn’t be possible.
IT… or whatever it was, wasn’t real.
If the rest had forgotten, why couldn’t you?
But as you turned your head back to the front, your eyes fell on the window, where it was already dark outside. Though that isn’t what caught your attention, instead it was the red balloon floating by each of the windows, slowly and going through each panel just to torment you. Your breathing picked up. You didn’t understand… if this was IT, then your fear had already come.
Your friends had left you, you were nothing to them now… so- so why?
You let out a scream when Pennywise’s face appeared at the edge of one of the window, falling off your seat with a loud thud. “What the hell…” The detention teacher mumbled, jumping awake. Standing up from his seat, he stared at you, on the ground and your clothing a mess. You didn’t look at him though, only stared wide eyed the clown smiling sadistically your way.
“What are you doing? You damn fool,” the teacher spat, coming around the desk. Reaching you, he stood in front of IT effectively blocking it from your sight, and leaned over, grabbing your arms and pulling you up. You stared up at him with wild eyes; “what the hell were you doing?”
“T-That…” You stuttered, pointing your hand out before you to the window. The teacher followed your line of vision, and when he moved to look, IT was gone. But the balloon was still there. Your eyes widened, disbelief running through you. “What?” The teacher suddenly asked; “there’s nothing there.” He stated and you furrowed your brows, how? How could he not see it?
“T-The balloon…” You whispered, your body shaking violently. “The balloon, look!”
The teacher peered back at you, leaning down so he was in your view. “Are you high?”
Gasping, you fumbled with words to say. If he didn’t see it… then that only meant one thing. It had to mean… You grabbed your bag off the chair, throwing it over your shoulder and turning without a second thought out the door. You needed to get away… you needed to find him.
“You! Get back here this instance! Detention isn’t over for another twenty minutes!”
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