IT characters x reader

A Punch To The Nose /Losers Club x Reader

POV: Reader

It was the last day of school. Well, technically, summer had already started. You could be seen walking down the halls of the school, clutching the handle of your bookbag. You held your head high and stood up to anyone, but was still one of the nicest people anyone could ever meet.

Maybe that is why you are so popular. You mainly associated with the 'cool' or 'popular' kids but was nowhere near as cruel or rude as them. Smiling, you waved as fellow students said goodbye to you.

Once you had exited the school doors, you spotted the two most infamous groups of the whole school. The Losers Club and the Bowers Gang. You made sure to be out of everyone's way, but stood in your place and watched closely, watching as the Bowers Gang tortured the poor group of boys-The Losers Club. You furrowed your brows, before sighing. Watching as Henry gave one last remark and wiped his saliva covered hand on Bill Denbrough's cheek, you began walking toward them. Henry took notice of this, too.

"Hey, look who it is!" Henry spoke with a smirk. You stared Henry down as you continued to walk toward them. You only stayed quiet. Yes, on some days you hung out with Henry, but you didn't necessarily like, or maybe even understand, his need to torture people. "Our favorite girl. You're only popular because you're a whore, y'know that right? Maybe you'll fit right in with these losers," Henry spoke, shoving Eddie towards you. You held your hand out as he fell backward, into you.

"Yeah?" You spoke, lifting a brow. You smiled at him, as kind as possible. You handed over your bookbag to one of the boys, not paying attention to which one. "What the hell? She's keeping her st-" You heard Richie begin with his loud voice, but he was quickly interrupted when the sound of cracking bone could be heard and the sight of your fist against Henry Bowers nose could be seen.

"Holy shit!" Was all you heard from every single one of the boys. It seemed to almost be in slow motion, but once you finished your blow, you put your now bleeding fist into your other hand. "I'd rather hang out with these losers than with you and your gang of rats."

Henry, who had fallen on the ground, got up quickly with struggle. He held his hand to his bleeding nose and looked as if he was trying not to cry. "You're a bitch, (y/n) (y/l/n). I'll get back at you-" He spits out angrily, before being pulled away by the rest of his gang.

"Alright," you nodded, shrugging only barely to show you didn't care. You turned to the boys behind you, smiling that same smile you did to everyone else. "If he messes with you guys again, please come to me. I'm not scary, I promise. I'm easy to talk to." All of the boys seemed completely dumbfounded and could only nod. You pat Bill's shoulder softly and walked over to Stan, once you saw he was the one you handed your bag to. "Thank you for holding this," you spoke kindly, grabbing your bag as you now walked away.