𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫

☆ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 ~ 𝚋.𝚖. ☆

pairing: (popular)beverly marsh x (fem)reader

warnings: platonic pairing, underage drug use, cursing 

word count: 2054

song preference: birds of a feather, billie eilish

requested? [yes] [no]

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"Are you sure you want this?" [Name] bit her lip, looking hesitantly at the sophomore boy standing in front of her. It had been a long couple of weeks, and now that the warmth of summer was approaching once more, [Name] was letting everything go. She had once again distanced herself from the very few friends she had and as the air got warmer, her heart got a little colder.

[Name] was no stranger to loneliness. It was a part of her, always there but not always there. Like a dream, it was forgotten in the morning fog but drifted back to her as night crept in. [Name] had long since grown used to the picking and teasing that had become part of her daily routine. In fact, it worried her if she wasn't tormented— What had changed? What was coming?

She nodded and the boy before her shrugged, handing over the pack of cigarettes. She had heard from the girls around school that smoking made you feel numb around the edges. [Name] wanted to feel that and more. She had stolen a spare lighter from her father, and now she was leaning up against a brick wall with the unnamed sophomore boy, inhaling a cloud of smoke with a cough.

"Be careful," the teenager chuckled as he lit his own cigarette. "Too much and you'll choke." [Name] pinched the cigarette a little tighter and watched the end shimmer gold and red, fizzling out to a gritty gray as the tobacco burnt up.

Biting her lip, [Name] dropped the cigarette to the ground and stomped it under her foot, much to the dismay of the sophomore beside her. "Hey, what the hell—" [Name] threw the pack of cigarettes as hard as she could, watching it disappear into a cluster of bushes.

"Hey!" The boy ran after the pack and sent her a middle finger as he did so, digging frantically through the underbrush for the tobacco. [Name] walked to the front of the school and walked inside, knowing her lunch period would be over soon and she couldn't risk missing another science class. Her teacher had already threatened detention, and [Name] was devastated. Sure, she had just tried to smoke cigarette and was pushing all of her friends away, but [Name] wasn't a bad kid.

She wasn't a bad kid.

Was she?

[Name] sat down at her desk in Biology class, taking out her trademark 6-sided die. It was her signature item, and what got her into the most trouble with the girls in her class. [Name] had been collecting dice since she was little, falling in love with them after finding a ruby-colored die in a pawn shop. Now, she used the die to make important decisions in her life, which made her an easy target for someone like Greta Keene.

[Name]'s fingers curled delicately around the sky blue die, shaking it lightly in her loose fist. Will Greta screw up my day? she mused to herself, allowing the dice to roll on the small desk. A positive number usually meant a yes and an odd was a no. Unfortunately, she didn't have time to see what the outcome would be when a hand swiped the crystalline dice off her desk. It clattered across the linoleum tile of the Chemistry class, the cornflower blue cube bouncing away under someone else's desk.