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Everybody Talks | richie tozier

"God my (g/n) would kill me if (s/h/t) knew what I was doing."

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Hey, honey, you could be my drug

You could be my new prescription

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Richie groaned as he opened his eyes, the light pouring through the window. His head was pounding from his hangover and he felt like someone was kicking him in the forehead. He sighed before sitting up, the pain becoming worse as he elevated himself. His vision was blurred, but this time it was because he wasn't wearing his glasses, not the alcohol.

He looked down at the person he had slept with. He could still smell their scent on his skin. He could still feel their body on his. He could still taste their chapstick on his lips. He wanted to get their number, their name, or even just a clear look at their face. Anything. Anything at all. But he knew that wasn't how these things worked.

So he turned away from their bare body, got dressed, and walked out. He didn't know who he was walking away from and he prayed to God they didn't know who was walking away. They didn't, but it would not be the last time he heard from them.

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Too much could be an overdose

All this trash talk make me itchin'

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You were on his mind all day every day, but today was different. He was thinking about them. The person he had slept with. The person whose name he didn't even know. The person who took his mind off you, someone who he was always thinking of. He wished he had gotten some form of information on them. Anything at all, but the deed had already been done.

The next day at school, things felt off. People seemed to be whispering about him more. Sure, there were always rumors but it seemed like everyone was partaking this time around. When he walked the halls everyone turned and mumbled under their breath and he couldn't help but wonder what this was all about.

"Do any of you know what's up?" He asked, walking to the farthest table in the lunchroom. Stan looked at him before rolling his eyes.

"There he is, the talk of Derry, Maine." He replied. Richie raised his eyebrows.

"Would anyone care to elaborate," Richie said, setting his tray on the table.

"That's weird. We thought you'd be talking your ass off about it." Eddie said, picking at his food.

"Talking my ass off about what?" Richie asked.

"The person you slept with at the party last night," Mike said. Richie furrowed his brows.

"The person I slept with? I don't even know who I slept with last night!" Richie shouted. Bill choked on the milk he was drinking.

"Y-Y-You don't?" He asked.

"No!" Richie replied. Everyone exchanged looks.

"It was (Y/n)."

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Oh my my

Everybody talks, everybody talks

Everybody talks, too much

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Richie's eyes widened.

"(Y/n)?" He asked. They gave him blank stares.

"You mean you didn't know who you fucked? Do you know how unsanitary that is? They could have an STD Richie! Honestly, do you even-"

"Shut up Eddie." Stanley interrupted, not wanting to hear Eddie's dawdling. Eddie glared.