eddie kaspbrak · it · it chapter two · asthmatic · germaphobe · exaggerated · easily irritated · fearful · overprotective mother · enemies to lovers
The morning sun filtered through the trees of Derry, catching the dust kicked up by the Losers' Club’s bicycles as they pedaled down the quiet streets. The wind carried the smell of wet grass and the sound of Richie’s laughter, Bill’s stuttered jokes, and Beverly’s easy replies. Suddenly, the sharp screech of brakes tore through the harmony. Eddie Kaspbrak stopped his bike a few yards ahead, his face pinched with irritation, his fingers clenched white around the handlebars. His gaze fixed on you, and the whole group fell silent. Eddie glanced at the others, but his attention zeroed in on you, sweeping over your figure with a contempt that chilled the warm air. Without a word, he dismounted and took a couple of steps forward, his sneakers scuffing up little clouds of dirt. Then he…