"Mr. Kaspbrak. Mr. Kaspbrak? Um, Eddie Kaspbrak?"
After the third time my name was called I snapped back into reality. I was distracted by the thought of what had just happened moments earlier.
I practically had to beg my mom not to walk me into school. I was a junior for god's sake, but my mother was still extremely protective. I kept reliving that moment to really create a distraction so I wouldn't vomit from how nervous I was.
I blink hard and bolt up. "Yes, ma'am?" I finally responded. She points to a boy, who seems to be around my age, and explains, "This is Bill Denbrough. He's going to be your peer counselor for a little while, at least just until you get the hang of the school."
The boy with the very round face and very large eyes smiles, "H-Hi. Do you w-w-want to stop by the ca-cafeteria to get breakfast or have you already e-eaten?"
He was very soft-spoken and clearly had a stutter.
I reply, "I'm fine, thank you."
He leads me out of the office and says he's going to introduce me to his group of friends.
Five guys and one girl were all gathered around and inside a trunk of a light blue truck. They were extremely loud and lost in about a million conversations. So lost that they didn't even notice neither me nor their friend walk up to them.
Bill announces, "G-guys! Th-this is Eddie Kaspbrak, he's new here. He's the kid I t-told you guys I was peer c-counseling."
Immediately a tall guy with glasses and dark, messy hair hops out of the trunk and introduces himself.
"Sup' Edds. I'm Richie Tozier. You a freshman?"
I reply, slightly irritated, "Um, no actually. I'm a junior. And I don't really like to be called Edds."
"I'm Beverley Marsh. You can call me Bev if you want though." The girl with the short, red hair said. "And I'm Ben. Welcome new kid." Another boy introduced himself.
One by one the rest of them welcomed me. Mike and Stanley were the other two.
Mike was very tall and had a manly build, whereas Stanley, who was tall as well, happened to be pretty skinny.
"Fuck, first period is in five minutes." Bev complains as she tosses her cigarette bud to the ground.
Bill tells me, "W-we should probably g-get going now Eddie. I need to walk you t-to your f-f-first cl-class which isn't too close to my first classr-room." I nod and begin walking away with him.
"Hey newbie, we're the losers club. Welcome." Richie yells as we're walking away.
The Losers Club. What an odd name for that group of people. They didn't seem like losers. Mostly everyone who passed them knew who they were and said hello. They all had an extremely cool vibe, and for the most part had noticeably huge egos.
Once Bill leaves me, I sit down at a desk in the back row. I would like to go pretty unnoticed being the new kid and such. The english class begins, but nothing eventful happens considering the fact that it is only the first day of school.
Ten minutes left, and everyone begins to pack up.
"You're new here, right?" A voice coming from my right asks.
I face her and nod, "Yeah. I'm Eddie." "I'm Cassie Learner." She replies.
"What made you come to this hell hole? You got people you know here?" She asks. I shrug, "I just moved to this area. And as for friends, I don't really have those. This morning I was hanging around this guy named Bill and his friends-" "The losers club." Cassie interrupts.
"Yeah, the losers club." I reassure.
"Ironic isn't it?"
"What is?"
"The name. They call themselves losers yet they've been the most popular group since seventh grade. Richie and his little exclusive group. Why are you hanging out with them?" She both explains and questions. I answer, "Bill is my peer counselor and he introduced me to his friends."
She sighs, "Bill. He's one of the good ones, I suppose. Well, I mean good-ish." "Ish?" I question.
"Bill and I used to be close. He swore he was a good guy. I believed him. I mean he is a good guy, but, even good guys make mistakes. Let's just say we haven't really been close since."
Before I could even prosper the thought I saw Bill enter my classroom, ready to pick me up and bring me to my next class. French.
"It was nice meeting you, Cassie." I smile. "You too, new kid." She says as I approach Bill.
As we walk to the classroom I strike conversation by asking, "Bill, you know Cassie right? How is she?"
At first, he was flustered by the question. His face read almost as if he had heard the name of an old colleague after almost twenty years.
He begins, "Um, she's a-alright I s-suppose. We used to d-date, but I ch-cheated on her with Bev so we don't r-really talk any m-m-more." I nod, "Oh, okay."
And before I knew it we were here.
The second I walk in I notice Richie Tozier. Four jocks and three girls surround him as he sits on top of a desk, being center of attention.
Almost as if he knew I was looking at him, he looks over my way and yells, "Hola, Eddie Spaghetti! We have this class together, huh?!"
He leaves the now confused crowd to themselves and makes his way over to me.
I half-joke, "You just spoke three different languages in the two sentences you said to me and none of those languages were French. And we are in French class, aren't we?"
"Well, then let me fix that. Allow me to begin again."
He clears his throat and continues, "Hola, Spanish. Eddie Spaghetti, Italian. We have this class together, English, duh. French fries! There now you have the French"
I chuckle, "Why are you even taking French two? You're way beyond this class, you're practically fluent!" He jokes, "That's what I'm saying!"
He sits at the desk behind me which is in between two of the jocks he was talking to, and in front of one of the girls.
Throughout the entire class Richie would make jokes that everyone would fall in love with. He was definitely the class clown. There were a few jokes that even I, a person who tends to try to stay serious, bursted at.
When Bill walked in to pick me up the majority of the class started calling his name saying hi.
I don't know what I was getting into talking with the extremely close circled popular kids, but it wasn't me. Wasn't me at all. But for some reason it didn't really matter at the moment. I didn't think of the damage it could possibly bring, I enjoyed talking to Bill, standing with them this morning, and especially talking to Richie.
Instead of dreading lunch, which I assumed I would, considering the fact that I was new, I was excited and couldn't wait to get through my first four classes to pass so I could enter the adventures that are lunch.
"W-we eat by R-R-Richie's car." Bill explained as we made our way towards Richie's truck.
"Guys it's the first day of school and I already hate math!" Beverly complained. Ben comforts, "You'll get the hang of it Bev." Bill suggests, "I t-took Algebra Two last year s-so if you want I can tutor you." "Sure, by tutor you mean bang bang, am I right Billy boy?" Richie jokes. "Shutup Richie, you know that was a one time thing between them." Stanley commented.
I enjoyed watching all of them banter, even if I didn't get most of the conversation.
"Have you made any friends yet, Eddie?" Mike asks. I acknowledge, "Kind of. You know that girl, Cassie?"
Bill warns, "Don't bring up Cassie, she used to be in our g-group but-" "But someone was an asshole and cheated on her." Stanley interrupted.
"D-don't call me an asshole y-you jew! Besides, at least it w-wasn't with some random b-b-bimbo." Bill defends himself. Richie jokes, "Yeah, it was with our friend bimbo." Beverley rolls her eyes, "Oh shut up! I mean Cassie was cool, I miss having another girl in the group. But she'd never forgive me, even though I was her best friend."
Stan agrees, "I miss her around too." "How come?" I question. Richie answers for him, "Stan the man thinks she's hot. He's always wanted to bang her even when Bill was dating her. I mean a lot of people would probably agree with you Stan, have you seen her jugs?" "Not funny." Stanley says, not amused.
"After school let's all head down to the quarry for some drinking and swimming." Mike announces. Ben asks, "I'm down! You gonna come along, Eddie?"
Before I could even answer Richie smiles, "Of course Edds is coming, you have to!"
I knew my mother wouldn't want me to go swimming, and more importantly, drinking with a bunch of people I just met but I couldn't say no to the offer. Besides, thee Richie Tozier wanted me to come hang out with him and his exclusive group of friends.
"Sure, I'd love to come." I smile.
Richie beams, "Awesome! Just drive over there right after school."
"Oh, um, I don't have a, a car." I stutter, embarrassed. "I'll drive you there." Beverly smiles. "Thank you, Bev." I thank.