A Little Less Worse
Henry Bowers x reader
This fuckin’ sucks.
That’s all you could manage to think as you walked up to Derry High School.
This town sucks, this dinky little school sucks… That guy over there with the mullet looks like he really sucks. What the hell is he even doing?
You decided to get a little closer to take a better look.
“We know you’re sexually frustrated, Bowers, but that doesn’t mean you should take it out on us,” a small boy with a fanny pack all but screamed as the mullet boy pushed another kid with glasses onto the ground, earning an eruption of laughter from the three other guys.
“Hey, he kinda looks like a girl… An ugly girl,” the kid with glasses pointed at the lanky guy with dark, shoulder length hair, “Why don’t you go blow him and leave me the fuck alone?” The kid stood up bravely, but you could tell he was terrified of what mullet over there was gonna do to him for mouthing off.
He had a disgusting smirk on as he approached the boy and suddenly, you found you couldn’t fucking stand this guy.
“Hey, mullet!” You called out, causing him and everyone else in the near vicinity to stop whatever they were doing and stare at you. Everyone had a look of horror plastered on their faces as you took a few more steps forward. That is, except mullet guy and his friends. “They’re just kids,” you pointed out, motioning to the two boys he was about to beat the shit out of, “If you need a thrill, why don’t you take glasses’ advice.”
If everyone around wasn’t terrified for you already, they were now. No one had ever stood up to the Bowers Gang like that before.
“Ah, the new girl,” He smirked, walking closer to you, “I’m Henry. What’s your name, sweetheart?” His tone was sickeningly smooth, seasoned with the gross laughter of his dumbass friends behind him. You just glared at him with a raised brow, not being able to take him seriously.
“And why do you think I care what the fuck your name is,” you asked rhetorically. His smirk somehow got worse.
“Thought you’d wanna know whose name you’d be screaming later-“
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT.”
The kid with glasses looked like he had just won the lottery as soon as the back of your hand landed on Henry’s cheek. You just smiled to yourself and walked to class.
As soon as you got to the classroom, you took a seat in the far back corner. No way in hell the teacher was gonna make you introduce yourself as the new kid in front of the whole class as far as you were concerned. You kept your gaze focused on the door, analyzing everyone that entered the classroom. They all looked relatively normal and uninteresting. Well, until Henry walked in.
This fuckin’ sucks.
You tried to look away as fast as possible, but he was one step ahead. His eyes locked on to you like a gun aiming for a target; which was exactly how he saw you.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” you said loud enough for him to hear as he took the open seat to your right, “What the fuck do you want, mullet?”
“To finish what you started,” he was smug and you hated it, “You left me real turned on out there-“
“I’ll slap you again,” you spat without hesitation.
“Only if it’s in bed,” he countered, giving you a wink.
“I’ll smother you with a pillow,” you retorted, getting more and more irritated
“Only if it’s with those pillows,” Henry wiggled his eyebrows as he glanced down at your chest.
“Oh my fucking god, I’m going to kill you,” he could hear the venom in your words, which just made him want more.
“Talking dirty to me at school?” Henry was enjoying every second of this, “Save some excitement for the bedroom, would ya?”
You had become so annoyed at this point that, without even thinking, you grabbed his shirt angrily and pulled him towards you. As much as you hated admitting it, the way he countered everything you said without that smirk faltering kinda turned you on as well. “Listen here, you motherfu-“
“Hands to yourself, please, miss (y/l/n),” the teacher walked into the room, already looking forward to the end of the year, “I know teen hormones ‘fly free’ over the summer, but you’re going to have to keep it to yourself in class.”
At that point, you calmly took your hands off Henry and straightened yourself in your seat, your eyes burning holes into the chalk board. You didn’t dare look at Henry after that. You could only imagine how much bigger the smirk was now. How he would be eyeing you, his expressions satisfied in all the right ways. Man, just thinking about it made your cheeks hot, which he was obviously was taking pleasure in.
“So… Miss (y/l/n)…” Henry leaned over, whispering slyly in your ear, “What time you wanna come over?”
“Gonna have to try harder than that,” you let yourself glance over at him, offering a small smirk, “Bowers.”