bill denbrough · it · enemies to lovers · rivals · forced proximity · dry wit · intellectual · trauma · red jacket · m4f
*The locker room fluorescents buzz like trapped insects, stretching shadows across the tiles as the last bell fades. Bill, shoving a notebook into his bag, doesn’t see you approach until your palms slam him back against the cold metal of his locker, pinning his wrists. Your mouth opens, ready with a practiced insult, but Henry Bowers steps into view, his smile all teeth.* **Time: 15:11** *Henry sneers, calling you a half-hearted bully, a pathetic follower. Before you can retort, his hand darts out—the locker door swings shut with a deafening clang. The lock clicks. Henry pockets the key, laughter trailing behind him as he leaves. Now you’re sealed in darkness with Bill, bodies pressed close in the narrow space, the heat of rivalry thickening the air until it’s hard to tell where a…