Devil's Spawn (Richie Tozier x Fem! Reader) 2

•Twenty One•

Word Count: 1156

Warnings: Cussing, confessing, rumours, mentions of sex, slut shaming, name calling, being rude to the teacher, a verbal fight, mental breakdown, drama.

Song for chapter 21 - "Queen Of Disaster" by Lana Del Rey.

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I slammed my head quietly against the table in my French class as I had sat down. I felt the seat beside me move, which signaled Richie had also entered the classroom. I sighed, wanting nothing more than the feeling of being unconscious at the moment.

I felt something being slammed in front of me, but I couldn't be bothered enough to look up. However, that something had a voice. A very annoying voice, to be exact.

"What's up, slut?" Greta exclaimed. I snickered.

"That's what they call you at home? Is that why you don't have any other name in your vocabulary?" I looked up at her, already a winning smirk on my face

"Okay, smarty-pants. I'm not the one who shags a girl." Greta replied. I kept my smirk on my face, remaining unbothered.

"If you go off by rumours then I must admit, you have a pretty sad life. Is nobody honest to you? Well, since I'm kind, here's a truth - you look like an avocado, who had sex with another avocado, but they weren't having sex like usual, they were hate-fucking." Greta gave me the most weirdest look I've ever seen in my whole life, so I bursted out laughing. I heard Richie trying to hold his laughs beside me.

"What are you laughing at, Bucky beaver? You were the one to tell us. Those aren't rumours, L/N. You admitted them and you weren't even high!" Greta tried getting through my skin.

"Well, do you have any proof?" I crossed my arms, leaning back in my chair.

"Yeah, I told the whole scho-"

"That isn't proof, Greta. It's rumours. Congratulations, you played yourself." I let out a loud laugh as she gave up on me and walked away.

I was about to lay my head back on the desk, but Richie spoke up, making me face him.

"What were the rumours about?" Richie asked me. My cheery expression dropped a bit.

"Well, uh...since you were high at the party and most people were - she took advantage of that by saying that you told everyone that I was in a relationship with Alyssa and I apparently 'confirmed' that to be true." I partly lied.

"I feel like you're leaving something out." Richie looked at me suspiciously.

"Nope, it was Greta being her stupid self again." I turned away from him. The bell rang, saving me from further interrogation...kind of.

"We'll talk about this after school. I know you're lying and it's something important." He leaned in and whispered in my ear as the teacher began the lesson.

"Why do you even care you were giving me the cold shoulder for a long period of time!" I whisper-yelled, giving up on lying.

"I-" Richie was about to say something in his defense, but the teacher butted in our conversation.

"Is there something you'd like to share to the class, Y/N and Richard?" The teacher glared at us.

"No, if there was, I wouldn't whisper it." I replied and the teacher didn't even try saying anything back, she just scoffed and continued on with the lesson.

"After school." Richie whispered again. I sighed, knowing this might turn into a long day.

I zoned out as the teacher spoke about new words we have to learn.

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"Y/N, wait up!" I heard Richie yell out after me, so I just sped up my pace of walking towards my bike. I almost made it, before I was grabbed by my wrist.

"I-I don't want us to separate as friends just because I got mad over a stupid reason, so we're going to drive to the park and talk it out, okay?" Richie begged.

"No-"

"Ple-"

"You've changed. You've changed a lot, Richie. Friendships change too, you can't keep holding onto our ex-friendship when it's clearly not working out!" I ranted and he looked taken aback.

"...and you seem like you have a lot on your back, so please can we talk it out. It would be childish to fight over this."

"I'm not fighting, I'm giving you the option to leave me the fuck alone." I glared at him.

"Please, Y/N, I-I don't know what I have to do for you to not hate me, I-"

"HOW ABOUT NOT FUCKING IGNORING ME BECAUSE OF WHAT I TOLD YOU?! DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH IT HURTS? I DIDN'T KNOW WHETHER YOU WERE GOING TO TELL ANYBODY OR YOU JUST DIDN'T ACCEPT ME! YOU GIVE ME COLD STARES AND IGNORE ME AND TELL ME THAT I HATE YOU?! I THINK IT'S THE OPPOSITE. YOU FUCKING HATE ME AND NOW YOU PRETEND TO LIKE ME AGAIN TO JUST BREAK ME MORE I- I can't do this anymore." Tears started pouring down my cheeks. Richie hugged me, but I didn't have the strength to get him away from me, so I just stood there in his arms.

"Please, let me go." I quietly mumbled into the hug. He didn't obey, he just held me tighter.

"Give me another chance, Y/N. I-I know you love-"

"You know I love Alyssa, but you love me. I know, you told me when you were high during that party. I highly doubt it is the truth, though. You've been a complete asshole."

"...It's completely true. I love you and I've loved you, since I discovered what love is. I just want to see you being happy. This sounds extremely cheesy, I know." Richie confessed.

"I don't even know, if I love Alyssa that much anymore. I find her attractive, but-"

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"You're pitying me. You can't give up someone, because you want me to be happy." He looked at me teary-eyed.

"I'm speaking honestly. I only accepted her asking me out, because I found her attractive and didn't want to hurt her feelings, but I still don't really love her. I don't know how to tell her the truth." I explained.

"Just tell her. If she can't respect it then she didn't truly love you and it won't hurt as much for her to break up." Richie gave me advice.

"I need a break. I'll tell her tomorrow or even a bit later." I rubbed my face as a minor headache began to form.

"Do you need me to drive with you home?" Richie offered.

"No, I'm good." I simply replied.

"Okay, I'll just...leave you to it...bye!" Richie waved to me as he went to get his bike, as I was already driving away.

I hated this serious drama shit, I wanted the old me and Richie back. When we used to joke around, taking nothing seriously. Although, at the moment it was impossible, considering the fucked up situation I was in.

I began to question my feelings for Richie as I drove home, looking at the shit, yet beautiful in it's own way, scenery.

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So uh...I watched Harry Potter and the prisoner of azkaban. How about you? Did you do anything interesting during the quarantine?