HEY HI WADDUP
so this is based LOOSELY on will and emma from the scream tv series. if you havent seen it, that doesnt matter bc like.... its not important
ANYWAY
THEY ARE SENIORS IN THIS
THAT MEANS THEY ARE 18!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PLEASE DONT ATTACK ME FOR THIS BC THE ACTORS HAVE NO RELATION TO THE CHARACTER IM WRITING K THX
there won't be nsfw but there are MENTIONS of it sooooo
YEAH
anyway enjoy ily all
summary: beverly bets richie he can't get with the new kid, eddie, in under three months. richie disagrees
pairing: richie and eddie
words: 1870
Everyone at Derry High School knew of the senior Richie Tozier. No matter who they were, what social group they were apart of, they all knew of the trashmouth. Every girl swooned over him and every gay (and possibly 'not' gay) guy would beg for his number. He was the 'It' guy in his high school and even the other high schools in the Derry school district. It was common knowledge that Richie was bi. Some people said it was fake and that he said it for more attention, but his real friends knew it wasn't bullshit at all.
Richie strode into the school building that Monday morning, casually sliding off his sunglasses and hooking them in his shirt. People in the hallways snuck glances at him, some even saying hello to him politely as he passed. He nodded in response, flashing them a smile. Richie approached his locker and opened it with ease, getting his few textbooks out. Despite being a 'jock', he still cared about his grades.
"Hey, Rich, did you hear about the new kid?" Beverly asked casually, making her presence known. She leaned against the navy blue lockers, a small smile playing on her lips.
"I have not, what's so important about the new kid?" Richie asked, closing his locker. Beverly pushed herself up and started to walk down the hallway with him.
"Well, I have to give him the tour today. I saw him in the office. He's cute and gay." She chuckled, hooking her thumbs in the belt loops of her overalls.
"Now, now, Bev. How do you know this poor guy is gay?" Richie asked, shoving his hands in his jean pockets.
"He's wearing the shortest pair of shorts I've ever seen, Richie. I'm serious they're shorter than some of the ones the girls here wear."
Richie scoffed. "Don't make assumptions, Marsh. Do I look gay to you?"
Beverly stopped him from walking and narrowed her eyes at him, pretending to study him. "Yes."
Richie rolled his eyes, shoving her off of him playfully. "Fuck off." His tone sounded mad, but the smile on his face said otherwise.
The two arrived into their first period of the day, English. Beverly sat in the seat across from Richie, Stan and Bill joining them mere moments later. Beverly was mentioning to the other two guys about the new kid when she gasped quietly.
"Richie, I have a bet for you."
"Oh, do you?" Richie asked, glancing up at her through his glasses.
"I bet you can't get with the new kid and sleep with him in under three months."
She said, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. She had a smug smile plastered on her face.
Richie narrowed his eyes at her. "And what do I get if I do?"
"The satisfaction of completing a bet and keeping your 'never says no to a bet' reputation." She responded, smirking.
Richie huffed, leaning back in his chair. "Fine. If I do, however, you have to make out with Bill."
"Hey, I didn't agree to th-that." Bill frowned.
"Who said you had a choice, Big Bill?" Richie grinned.
Eddie Kaspbrak didn't want to move to Derry. He really didn't. After his parents got divorced, his mother decided the best way of dealing with her problem was to move back to her hometown. Eddie had to leave his friends back in Michigan but his mom never gave him a choice. He never had a say in which parent he lived with when he got to see his dad, but he dealt with it. Every time he brought up the subject, his mother shut him down and insisted she was the 'better parent' for him. Eddie despised the thought of starting over in a new school nearly halfway through his senior year.
Eddie sat in the main office, glancing around at the various colorful posters strewn about the room's walls. "Eddie Kaspbrak."
His head snapped up at the sound of his name, making eye contact with a girl. She had short, fiery red hair and bright blue eyes. "Hi. I'm Beverly." The girl- Beverly- held out her hand. Eddie stood and shook it, proceeding to grab his backpack and throw it over his shoulder.
"I'm assuming you're giving my tour?" Eddie asked.
Beverly made a noise of agreement, tilting her head towards the main office exit door. "C'mon shortstack. Time's a-wastin'."
Eddie listened as Beverly explained where all his classes were, what staircases to use, and even where to sit at lunch. She finally stopped in front of a classroom, looking to Eddie. "You should be in 2nd period, Chemistry. Good luck." Beverly walked off and down a staircase, giving him a wave as she disappeared around the corner.
Eddie let out a breath, slowly turning the handle and pushing open the classroom door. Every head in the room turned to look at him as he walked in and he instantly felt nervous.
"Ah, you must be the new student. Eddie, is it?" The professor asked.
Eddie nodded. The teacher pointed to a table in the back corner of the room. "You're in luck. We assigned new project partners today so you haven't missed anything. You'll be partnered with Mr. Tozier."
Eddie glanced over to find a (cute) boy sitting alone at a table. He smiled at Eddie, waving him over. Eddie walked over, sitting down on the empty stool next to the boy.
He grinned. "Hey, I'm Richie." The boy- Richie- said, using his pointer finger to push up the glasses on his nose. "And you're Eddie."
Eddie nodded. "That's me."
"So, Eds, why'd you move to Derry?" Richie asked, leaning dangerously far back on the stool.
"My parents got divorced and my mom grew up here. If I had a choice, I would've stayed in Michigan. And don't call me that. My name is Eddie."
"Whatever ya say, Eds." He said, winking before sitting on the stool properly.
Eddie felt himself blush.
Richie sat in the plastic lunch table chair, arms crossed over his chest as he watched Beverly attempt to braid Stan's curly hair. Bill glanced over at the entrance to the cafeteria and nudged Richie.
"Hey, it's the new kid."
Richie glanced over and smiled, watching as Eddie found an empty table and sat down. "Should I ask him to my game?"
Beverly chuckled. "Of course. Three months starting now, Tozier!"
Eddie held a plastic tray in his hands, trying to figure out what lunch table to sit at. He looked around the room before spotting an empty table. He walked over and sat down, starting to pick at the 'food' he was given.
"Hey, Eds!"
Eddie nearly jumped out of his seat. "Jesus, Richie." He mumbled, looking over at him.
Richie had a smirk on his face. "I scare ya?"
Eddie rolled his eyes, stabbing his plastic fork into the disgusting excuse for green beans. People had warned him about Richie all day, more or less saying 'do not fall for him.'
"So, Eds... You are gonna come to my soccer game after school." Richie said, leaning back in the chair and smiling.
Eddie raised his eyebrow. "I am?"
Richie nodded, reaching over and eating a fry from his lunch. "You are!"
Eddie frowned smacked his hand away from his food. "Is this your way of trying to help me fit in? Because I've heard about you and I'm not interested."
"Heard about me how?"
"The fact that you lead everyone around you on."
Richie fake gasped, placing a hand over his heart. "I am offended, Eds! You think I'm a slut?" Well, I was with your mom last night-"
Eddie rolled his eyes once more. "If I go to your game, will you shut up?"
Richie grinned. "Only for now. See you then, cutie." He got up, shooting Eddie a wink before walking back over to his friends.
Eddie was blushing like mad and silently cursed at himself. He didn't like Richie, he couldn't. He wouldn't.
Eddie sat uncomfortably in the stands, annoyed at how loud and obnoxious the students around him were being. He tried to watch the game, but to be completely honest, he didn't know what was going on. All he knew was Derry High was winning.
Richie was sitting on the sidelines beside Stan. "Did he really show?" Stan asked doubtfully. "I don't think he would."
"Oh, yeah?" Richie retorted. "Top right corner of the far right stand. Blue hoodie."
Stan's eyes gazed across the crowd before spotting Eddie sitting amongst the rambunctious teenagers. He chuckled, using his mouth to pop open the mouthpiece of his water bottle. "Nice job, Tozier. Think you can do it?"
"Of course I can, Stanley. Do you know how easy it is? He blushed because I winked. I've got this in the bag." Richie responded, standing and walking closer to the substitute flag so he could go in for Bill.
Eddie watched the game the best he could, trying to keep his eyes on Richie. That's why he was even here, after all. The large clock said there were 2 minutes remaining in the game. Someone on the team had gotten the ball to Richie, but someone on the other team tripped him. The ref blew the whistle, calling for a direct free kick. Richie placed the ball near the goal where the ref told him to. He took a few steps back, before running and kicking the ball, scoring their team a goal. His team surrounded him as the stands cheered. Derry had won and Richie had scored the winning goal.
Eddie made his way out of the stands, leaning against the side of them. He was texting his mother to tell her he was on his way home. As he started to walk away, he heard a voice call out his name. Eddie turned on his heel to find Richie jogging toward him.
Eddie made a face at the amount of dirt and sweat that was on him. "You look disgusting."
"Not as disgusting as me and your mom last night," Richie smirked. Eddie rolled his eyes, shoving his phone back in his pocket.
"You're gross and I'm leaving," Eddie said, starting to walk away.
"Not before going out to get ice cream with me," Richie called. Eddie stopped walking and turned back around.
"What?"
"You and me, ice cream. What more explanation do you want?"
"Who said I was going with you?"
"I did!"
"It seems like I never seem to have a choice with you, do I?"
"No. No, you don't. Stay here, I'm going to go change and shower unless you wanna join me." Richie winked.
"You're gross and I hate you," Eddie responded as Richie walked away. Eddie tried to ignore the blush that he felt growing on his face at a mere wink. He couldn't like Richie. He couldn't- and wouldn't.
But he did.
HEY HELLO
i really like this idea so PART TWO??? LEMME KNOW
also i posted this on tumblr first, as well as ao3. it's also going up on deviantart and fanfiction.net soon.