(BEV'S POV)
I sighed as I watched the birds outside. They could just feed off of disgusting things and fly away.
Because they're free.
Someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around, quickly.
"Hi, I'm Y/N Hanscom. Umm.. I'm your partner for French?"
I smiled brightly at the girl. "New girl, right? I'm Beverly Marsh."
Y/N pulled up a chair and set her notebook down.
"So.. your related to Ben?" She looked up and smiled shyly.
"Uhm.. yeah..."
She studied with me for a while, until the bell rung, signaling it's time to go home.
"Um, can I hang out with you?" She clutched her books tightly as Henry brushed past, nearly knocking her over.
I grabbed her hand. "Yeah, come on!"
We ran all the way there. As soon as we reached, we were laughing.
"I've... never... ran... far!" Y/N clutched her knees as she bent over to catch her breath.
"Haystack, that's your sister?" Richie asked.
"Yeah... so?" Ben smiled at his sister.
"Hi. I'm Y/N."
The boys waved.
"C'mon, let's go," I grabbed Y/N's arm , "let's go buy some candy."
Y/N nearly bought everything. We sat at a booth snacking on the candies.
Someone entered the shop, which made Y/N cower.
"Hey Y/N."
It was Henry. He smiled down at her. She looked down and silently shoved more candy in her mouth.
"You shouldn't ignore me. I have more business with you, slut." He grabbed her arm tightly.
"Henry! Just because your name is scarred on my waist, doesn't mean I'm yours!"
He dragged her out of the seat. "Yes it does. Now come on."
He dragged her out of the store. When Bowers is horny, he does this. Its disgusting.
I walked out of the store and followed the cries of pain.
Y/N was on the ground, getting the shit beat out of her.
"Hey, idiot!" Bowers slowly turned around.
His hands were covered in blood. It's disgusting.
I walked calmly towards him. "Leave her alone, Henry." I laced as much venom in his name.
"Who's gonna stop me?" He smirked at me getting closer.
"Me." I tackled him to the ground. Everything was a blur. I know punching him in the face.
When I was done, Y/N had pulled me back.
I examined her face.
She had a black eye, and a busted lip. A cut was on her jawline. Probably from that stupid dagger.
"Beverly, I'm sorry, I didnt--"
I kissed her. Yes, with her busted lip. But i didn't care. Her blood tasted sweet anyways.
She kissed me back, surprisingly.
We pulled away to breathe and smiled.
"Come on, let's go get you cleaned up."
I helped her up and turned around.
The Losers stood there, shocked.
"Oh, shut up."
Y/N laughed as we walked away from them.
