Richie felt sick to his stomach. Could he actually do this? He looked at the tape in his hands. What if he hated it? Was the message he recorded on it too much? Why the fuck was he doing this?
The night before on a whim Richie decided for valentine's day he'd give Eddie a tape with all Richie's favorite songs on it because Eddie loved them too. Now that it was actually the day he was gonna give it to him Richie felt stupid for making it.
He glanced at his clock that read 7:40. "Fuck!" He exclaimed. He threw the tape in his bag and bolted down the stairs. He was gonna be late for school. He grabbed a piece of toast and ran out the door after taking a bite.
He got on his bike and rode as fast as he could. He basically tossed his bike into the pile with the other Loser's bikes. As he ran to the front doors the bell rang. He groaned in defeat, there was no way he was making it to class in time.
When he walked into class everyone looked at him. That was his least favorite part about being late. The way everyone turned to look at you. Despite being known as Trashmout for being obnoxious, he hated attention from random people, his ADHD just made him loud.
"Well, look who finally decided to show up," Mrs. Walker said with her arms crossed. "I was like.. two minutes late," RIchie said back. She raised an eyebrow at him. "First you're late, now you're talking back? That'll be detention after school, Mr. Tozier," Mrs. Walker said scribbling his name on a writeup sheet.
Richie groaned in anger and sat in his seat. Mrs. Walker set the writeup on his desk and went to the front board to go on about whatever the fuck she was saying. There were a few giggles about the incident that Richie tried to drown out. Stan gave him a weird look.
Halfway through the class, some girls holding a box walked in. They set a few cards down on people's desks before walking out. Richie was obviously not one of them. No one had ever liked him.
Richie wondered into the cafeteria a few minutes late. All the Losers were already at their table and looked like they were passing something around. He walked over to the table to see three cards in the middle of the table.
"The fuck is going on over here?" Richie asked sitting in his normal spot. "B-Bev, Ben a-and E-Eddie got c-cards," Bill said nodding toward's the cards. He read all the cards, which none seemed to be signed by anyone.
When Richie picked up Eddie's card he felt a ping of jealousy. Who the fuck sent him one? "Meet me after school by the back doors" was all it said. When he looked up everyone was looking at him. "What? I didn't send him this, my name would be all over it if I did. Plus I sent one to someone else."
Everyone's eyes went wide. "Who?" Eddie asked with a look of confusion on his face. "There's this beautiful girl. Her name starts with an E," Richie said. The Losers started guessing random names. "Okay, Okay. You really want to know?" "Duh!" "It's Eddie's mom."
Everyone burst into laughter. Eddie scowled and threw a fry at Richie. "You're the one who fell for it," Richie said shrugging. Eddie grabbed his card and put it in his pocket. "You gonna go?" Richie asked Eddie. He shrugged.
Richie hoped he didn't.
(Play Pale Waves - Black)
After school, Richie sat in the detention room alone. He was pretty sure Mrs. Walker knew he had something planned and was going against him. Logically there was no way she knew but he was still pissed.
The entire time he sat there he tapped his fingers against the desk. He was so bored. He wondered if Eddie stayed to meet whoever wrote the card. He wouldn't do that, would he? He and Richie obviously had... something.
When he was released from detention, likely from being super annoying, he pulled the tape out of his bag and ran down the hall to the back exit, where Eddie was told to be. He hoped that when he opened that door he wouldn't see anyone.
He shoved the doors open and his heart dropped. He watched Eddie press his lips to no other than Greta. He dropped the tape labeled "Eddie 3" to the floor. What the fuck did he just watch? Greta? Her of all people?
They both turned around when they heard the tape hit the floor. Tears filled Richie's eyes. He shook his head and did what he was best at.
He ran.