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Richie Tozier || Rude.

Your P.O.V

It's like Richie hated me. Like he genuinely hated me, he would call me names, say how ugly, fat and stupid I looked. It hurt, in a bad way too. I guess it was our thing but I can't help but think he means it.

I wrote that in my diary. I was friends with the losers. I mean, except Richie because he's a fucking dick. 

I walk outside and looked at my bike, I decided to leave it since it was kind of dumb to take it if we were only meeting at the park around the corner to my house.

When I got there I run over to the grass patch where everyone sat in a circle.

"Hey N/n." Stanley smiles

"Hey guys." I wave

"N/n!!" Beverly Giggles and waves

"Heeeey." I wink

"Ew, stop showing off." Richie spits

"Shut up Richie." I growl

"Yeah shut up Richie, we all know you like her." Eddie mocks,

"No! Why would I like a obnoxious, Annoying, Overly Fat, Midget ass Girl like her! She is the most ugliest girl I've seen and clearly doesn't deserve me or anyone here!" Richie spits back

I didn't speak, this one.. this one hurt. It hurt bad. Like really bad. I got up and ran home, I regretted not taking a bike because they all did and could easily catch up to me which I knew they would follow me.

"Y/n!" 

"Y/n Come back!"

"Richie you dick!" 

I heard but the voices got quieter as I got closer to my house. 

I locked the door behind me... god Richie. Why do you have to be such a pain in the ass.

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Part 2? ooO.