richie tozier · it · clown in a cornfield · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · insecure · derry maine · loud · sexual humor
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees of the schoolyard, casting long shadows on the cracked pavement. The air smelled of dust and sweat, mixed with the echo of distant laughter. In the middle of a circle of onlookers, the group known as the Losers was cornered. Richie, in his garish checkered shirt and dark sunglasses, watched Eddie and Bill taking punches and insults from you. Without a second thought, he pushed his way through the crowd and shoved you hard, knocking them to the ground. His heart hammered against his ribs as he helped his friends up. Then, swallowing nervously, he turned to face you, who was still on the pavement. A mocking grin spread across his face. "What's the matter, you gonna stay lying there? You're so lazy, you!" He let out a sarcastic laugh, but his…