Author's Notes
Hey all those new readers who haven't read this yet, just a shout out there is rape and violence in this fic. So be advised if you aren't into that stuff, please do not read, because you may see some Pennywise action in here too. Reader discretion is advised.
1
Derry, Maine, a small town where everyone knows each other, but keep to themselves and pretend like nothing is happening. It was quite a disappointment, but nonetheless I had to endure it. My parents are divorced. My dad, Travis, is a big shot lawyer who lives in New York and my mom, Vivian, is the owner of a new cookie shop that opened up in town. She wanted to get away from the city life. She didn't take the divorce well. She was totally in love with my dad. But that's a road we won't go down.
We lived in Maine for a month now, and I was trying to be a loner, but that didn't work really. I was a disappointing target for bullies at Derry High from both boys and girls. And I say disappointing because I didn't let anyone push me around. I was putting my books in my lockers when I saw Gretta leading two of her friends down the locker. They stopped behind me and crossed their arms and I just continued to put my books away not responding. I guess I annoyed Gretta, for she slammed my locker shut, almost smashing my fingers in the door. I tensed some and looked at her.
"Bitch, you got something to say to me?" I asked and she scoffed.
"You think you're so cute. Flirting with Jarred in the library today?" she asked aggressively and I rolled my eyes. Jared was the quiet, handsome senior who worked with Ms. Pam in the library. We had a short conversation on what books we liked and I do remember him smiling at our love for Dean Kuntz. But since miss thing here is taking it all out of proportion, I decided to just feed this conversation.
"So? Don't get upset, because he has a taste for chocolate." I purred seductively and turned shaking my bottom in front of her which made her groan in disgust.
"Oh you fucking whore." She said dramatically and I licked my lips.
"Aw want to smack it?" I asked jiggling my ass in front of her. For a high schooler, I had a round and plump bottom. Thank you grandma. Gretta walked off in a huff. I was glad too, because I only had a mouth on me. I wasn't a fighter, and truth be told, if I could use my looks to get out of a confrontation then that was my greatest weapon. I sighed with relief and placed my bag in my locker while taking some books out as well as my binder out of drawings out. I drew many things from animals to nature to people. The bell rang above me, and I looked up happy it was time to head home. I began to move with the other students toward the front of the school. Freedom here I come.
"Hey, Feline! Wait up!" I heard. I closed my eyes shaking my head at the familiar voice. I turned around to see Mike Hanlon running up behind me with a gushing smile on my face. He was a nice boy, handsome and quiet too. I spoke with him and a few of his friends and got to know them over time. Apparently, the new kids didn't last with the bullies around here. Kids can be cruel. I slowed down so he could catch up.
"Hello, Mike." I replied and he smiled down at me.
"Hi. Where you off to?" he asked. I grinned and looked around at the other kids.
"Home." I replied and he chuckled too.
"Oh yeah. Me too. Um, want to walk together?" he asked and I tilted my head some in thought before nodding.
"Sure." I replied and he smiled once more.
"Cool. Can I carry your books?" he asked and I shrugged.
"Sure. Thank you." I replied handing him my books. As we walked, we began to pass some familiar unwanted faces. Henry Bowers and his little gang of monsters were standing on the side of the hall. His followers, Patrick, Belch and Vic were talking amongst themselves before Vic saw us and alerted the others. Henry turned and began to laugh.
"Aw look. The little monkeys are dating. Gonna breed and make more monkeys?" he asked and I frowned in disgust.
"Gonna have to think of better insults, Henry you're starting to sound pathetic." I said as we passed him. Suddenly a firm hand grips my arm and yanks me back.
"What did you say to me, cunt?" he asked acidly. Immediately, Mike was in between us.
"Leave her alone, Henry." he said yet his voice was cracked a bit. Henry heard it and smirked.
"Aw or you'll what?" he asked lowly getting in his face. I grabbed Mike's arm pulling him from the bigger boy.
"Let's go. He's just jealous he can't ever have me." I teased causing Patrick and the others to snicker. Henry looked at them hiding the redness in his cheeks.
"Shut up!" he snapped before looking at me with anger and disgust. "Like I'd ever touch your black ass you wild animal." It was too easy, like messing with Gretta. Once again I turned and presented my ass to him and shook it in front of him swaying from left to right. Mike's eyes widened as now all the boys were staring at my ass.
"Yes, because you wouldn't know what to do with this wild animal's ass if you had it in your hands." I replied with a hint of fake lust, before holding Mike's hand tighter and pulling him away swiftly, leaving Henry red in the face huffing and groaning in frustration because he didn't have a smart enough come back.
"Woah what was that?" Mike asked. I shrugged.
"If he gets to be an ass, I can be an ass too." I responded with a laugh.
"Hey you don't want to get involved with Henry. Once he decides to target you, it's hard to survive this school with him tormenting you." he said. I shook my head.
"People are going to torment us for the rest of our lives. We just have to be smart as we survive it." I replied leading him out the front doors. As we walked down the steps of the school, I noticed a woman standing in front of two cops looking for someone. She seemed so worried and afraid. I didn't know her, but it was obvious she was someone's parent.
"Caleb McMillan's mom. He went missing two weeks ago." Mike said lowly. I winced and looked from him to the woman. Her eyes were puffy and red and she looked distraught. Her clothes looked old as if she hadn't changed and there were numerous blonde hairs sticking out of her pulled back hair. I winced.
"Poor woman." I replied moving on with Mike toward the bike racks. He grabbed his bike and he rode down the street slowly with me as I walked. By then I decided to carry my own books since he didn't have his and he seemed to be struggling to ride and hold them.
"So my friends are going down to the lake next week. Did you maybe want to come?" he asked and I tilted my head some.
"I'll have to ask my mom. She isn't too keen on my going out with a group of boys somewhere." I replied honestly and he nodded.
"Well. Beverly will be there." he said and I nodded and smiled.
"Beverly? She seems cool." I replied. I've only seen Beverly Marsh a few times in school. She asked if I wanted a cigarette a few days ago behind the school, but I refused. We talked about other stuff though. She was indeed cool. Even after the rumors I had heard that she spread her legs for almost every boy in school. Like I even cared. We were getting close to my home, my mom's car was in the driveway. I could even see her in the front of the house gardening. She looked up at me and smiled waving at us. I waved back and looked at Mike stopping.
"I think I can manage from here. Thanks for walking me home, though." I replied and he grinned big.
"Yeah no problem. See ya later?" he asked and I nodded.
"Yep." I replied and he nodded and rode off quickly. I turned and began to walk over to my mom who was just smiling knowingly.
"He walk you home?" she asked. I nodded.
"Yes ma'am." I replied and she nodded.
"Good. I rather him or those other friends of him with you. I don't like the idea of you walking home. That Bowers cop is always driving around and I don't like him. I wish you would take your bike." she said for about the twentieth time. She knew that like his son, Officer Bowers, was hateful and racist. He could be a bully too, but that didn't stop him from stopping by my mom's bakery for some cookies. I caught him staring at her butt once last weekend. And like his son, he would never have my mom's ass. I nodded. But I didn't want my bike to be taken as an act of revenge from either Gretta or Henry.
"I know, Mom. Can I go down to the cliffs for a bit. I need some alone time." I replied. She didn't look too sure and she looked up at the sky gauging the sky.
"Well go finish your homework then you got two hours. I want you back in this house before dark." she replied and I nodded and hurried inside. Luckily, I had a few geometry problems to do. Once they were done, I got dressed in a red tank with a bigger black tank above it and some shorts, let Mom check my work, then she permitted me to leave. I hurried outside and grabbed my bike from inside the garage and sped down the street. The wind felt great against my skin and I felt like I was flying. I hoped no bugs got caught in my hair though. Once I saw the familiar trail that led into the forest, I immediately rode to it. After a couple of more minutes or riding, I was now riding up to a large lake and it was beautiful. I placed my bike against a tree and moved over to the water and just looked down into it. I haven't swam in it yet, but I wanted to. I looked toward the large rocks knowing some people liked to jump off it. I was too afraid though. I couldn't even see myself at the edge of one. But hey swimming was okay, right? I began to slide down my shorts and kick off my shoes. Then I began to remove my tank tops and place them on top of my shoes and shirts. I began to move toward the water and once the soles of my feet touched it, I felt the coolness of it and I gasped softly at it. I was already shivering and so I tried to take a few more steps in. Now I felt a bit more confident and I moved out further in until I was now up to my thighs in water. Now I dipped my body in the water all the way up to my neck, but once I realized my hair could get wet, I moved back out to where the waters were at my thighs. I chuckled at myself at how childish I felt.
Now I just closed my eyes for a moment and took in the feeling of the world around me. God, I used to think being a teenager sucked, but I guess not having too much responsibility was awesome.
"Well well." I heard a mocking tone causing me to gasp and turn to see none other than Henry Bowers staring at me, and behind him were the backs of his friends running off with my clothes and my bike. "I always wondered if monkeys could swim."
"Hey!" I called out moving from the water, but Henry moved in front of me pulling out a large switch blade causing me to gasp some.
"Nuh uh. You're not going anywhere. Someone needs to remind you of your place." he said and I just stared at the knife wondering what he was going to do.
And from that moment on, things got a little complimented between me and Henry Bowers.