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King of Detention | richie tozier

>> gif credit to @/chewinglips on tumblr <<

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | (16) Richie Tozier

requested | Anonymous

warnings | Swearing, racism

word count | 956

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (L/n) = Last name

summary | honestly i need some richie x reader where the reader meets richie in detention because they got into an argument with the teacher who was being racist or smthn like that. luv u.

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"Alright, class I'm handing back Monday's quiz. I have to say, I'm very disappointed in some of you." Your teacher said as he handed you your test. You looked and shrugged. B- wasn't too bad. You glanced over at the girl next to you who had a solemn look on her face.

"Bad grade?" You asked. She sighed.

"You tell me." She said and handed you her paper. You raised your eyebrows. F? How in the world did she get an F? She was so smart and she studied all the time. You were about to hand her the paper when something caught your eye. What was one major role Abraham Lincoln played in the civil war? She answered C and it was marked wrong. You looked at your paper. You answered C and it was marked correct. You raised an eyebrow and skimmed over both papers. All the questions that were marked wrong on her paper were marked correct on yours.

"Daniel, can I see your paper for a second?" You asked the boy who sat in front of you. He glanced at you before handing you his paper. You compared their papers and came up with the same conclusion. Okay, this is weird. You stood up and walked to the teacher's desk.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Smith, but I couldn't help but notice that Lucy got an F, whilst I got a B and we had almost all the same answers." You said and laid the two tests on the desk. He looked at the tests and then at you.

"Surely you can understand why I gave a colored individual this grade." He replied. You stood still, not believing what you had just heard.

"Excuse me?" You said. He sighed and looked up again.

"Would you please sit down, (L/n). I'm trying to write out our lesson plan." He replied. You felt your hands shake in anger.

"No! I will not fucking sit down! You failed her because of her skin color?! You actually have to be kidding me!" You shouted. By now, there were several people looking at you. He set his pen down and looked at you angrily.

"You will watch your language when speaking to me, (L/n)." He said. You scoffed.

"I will do the exact fucking opposite of that if you're going to be a racist asshole!" You replied. He looked down at his papers before smiling.

"Then I hope you'll enjoy detention after school today." He said. You growled before snatching the papers from his desk and stomping back to your seat. Lucy looked at you with raised eyebrows. You were fumbling through your backpack and smiled as you pulled out a red pen and a jar of White-Out. You drew a line next to the F, making it an A, and brushed the White-Out over the Xs. After waiting a few minutes you handed it back to her. She stared at it with a frown.

"You really didn't have to do that (Y/n)." She whispered. You laughed and rolled your eyes.

"Trust me, detention isn't that bad."

>> timeskip <<

You were so wrong. Well half wrong. It wasn't bad, it was just boring. Excruciatingly boring. There was maybe three people there and all of them were sleeping, including the teacher. You rolled your eyes. Does he not realize you could just walk out of this room at any second? You sighed and grabbed your bag. No way you were staying for this. Just as you stood up though, the door opened loudly, waking everyone in the room up. There stood a boy. He looked at you with a smirk.

"You weren't planning on going anywhere, were you?" He asked. You glared before throwing your bag back down. He smirked and sat in the seat next to you as everyone grumbled and tried to fall back asleep.

"A grand entrance, as usual, Mr. Tozier?" The teacher asked and turned on his side. The boy smiled.

"It wouldn't be detention without it, Mr. Henderson." He replied. You glanced at him with the same glare. He looked at you and smiled, flashing a set of perfect white teeth. You chewed on the inside if your cheek. How had you never noticed this boy before? His curly black hair looked so soft and his beautiful brown eyes were magnified by his thick coke bottle glasses, making them look so much better. He wore a white T-shirt and a leather jacket, paired with ripped jeans and simple converse. You looked away. You couldn't let him think you were actually attracted to him.

"You know, out of ten, I'd say you're a nine, and I'm the one you need." He whispered. You covered your mouth to suppress your laughter.

"You're joking, right?" You asked. He smirked.

"Are you an angel?" He asked. You raised your eyebrow.

"What?" You asked with a laugh. He shrugged.

"Well, you've gotta be. Surely someone with your beauty was only meant to be seen by God." He responded. You rolled your eyes. This guy was not gonna let up, was he?

"I'm Richie, by the way. What do you say we ditch this scene and go for a movie." He asked. You glanced at the now sleeping teacher.

"What if he wakes up?" You asked and gestured to the teacher. Richie looked over and shrugged.

"I'm pretty much royalty here. He won't care." He replied. You rolled your eyes.

"Okay then, your highness." You said while grabbing your bag and standing up.

"Wait, really?" He stated, clearly not expecting you to comply. You laughed and rolled your eyes.

"You're buying." You replied and walked out. Richie pinched himself, making his skin turn red. Did he seriously just score a date with (Y/n) (L/n)? The person he had been crushing on since 6th grade? That easily?

At times like these, he was glad he had detention every day.