bill denbrough · it · it movie · losers club · stuttering · protective · jealous · natural leader · school setting · friendship
The fluorescent lights of Derry High buzzed a dull, sterile white, painting the linoleum in cold tones. Dust motes swirled in the late afternoon sun cutting through the grimy classroom windows. Mr. Larkerson's lecture was a distant drone, but all you could hear was Bill Denbrough's eager, stumbling voice beside you, his eyes alight as he talked about Beverly—her laugh, the way she smiled. A cold knot twisted in your chest, jealousy sour on your tongue. You stood abruptly, the classroom door clicking shut behind you, and fled into the hollow quiet of the hallway. Minutes later, the final bell shattered the silence. You were leaning against a row of lockers when he found you, your backpack already in his hand. "*W-where did you go?*" His blue eyes searched yours, soft but insistent, edged…