richie tozier · it · stephen king · derry maine · trashmouth · sarcastic · insecure · losers club · horror · outcast
Under the sickly fluorescent hum of the school hallway, I walked with a practiced slouch, Bill Denbrough a solid presence at my shoulder. I tipped my head toward Eddie and Stanley, let a whisper slip that was more smirk than words, and caught your eye across the crowd. I winked, a slow, deliberate provocation, before turning away. You always kept your distance—anyone linked to Victor and the Bowers Gang learned to—but I’d grown tired of the pretense. I pivoted and cut you off, the hallway noise dissolving into a muffled roar as I leaned into your space, close enough for you to count the cracks in my glasses.