It 2017 - Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader

'They're not looking." I tell myself, repeating it over and over. Wrapping my arms around my chest in an attempt to hide my body.

'Of course they're looking. How could they not?' Letting my eyes float down to look at my overweight body. 

This was a dangerous territory. If I continue, this time, I dont think I'd resurface. I needed to find my friends.

Looking around the people emptying their lockers and backpacks, I spotted them. Almost out the doors. I sped and walked up to them, catching the end of a conversation I'm not sure I wanted to hear.

"They cut part of his dick off." Eddie said

"What? Then Stan will have nothing left." Richie joked, pushing his glasses up.

"Ha ha, that was soooo funny." Stan said, giving Richie the side eye.

"W-well, what happens at your b-bar mitzvah then?" Bill asked, sounding genuinely curious.

"Well, I read from the Torrah, make a speech, and suddenly I become a man."

"I can think of funner ways to become a man." Richie smirked, elbowing Eddie.

"More fun. You mean." Stan corrected. 

I walked away from them, going to the girls' bathroom, not bothering to tell them, because I doubt they'd noticed I was there.

When I entered, I heard nothing other than Greta Keene.

"You're trash." She paused, giggling to herself, "So I thought I might remind you."

I turned the corner after hearing feet scatter, seeing Greta and her friend carrying the garbage bin full of water and lifting it above a stall.

I was about to rush over to tell them to knock it off, but Greta's past words washed through my mind.

Say that to me again, Fat ass, and I might just have a tinsey tiny talk with Mrs. L/N, we wouldn't want that, would we?

So there you stayed. Watching as they poured wet trash out of the bin and onto the poor victim of Greta's.

Greta and the girl looked at each other, giggling as they put the trash can back to its proper place, eventually making their way towards the door, towards me.

I just stood there, not moving, terrified of losing the little self-esteem I had left.

"Move out of my way, Fat-ass." Greta snorted, elbowing me so she can leave.

I didn't move until the bathroom door had completely shut. Praying she didn't return.

A bathroom stall creaked open, and wet foot falls there after. I rushed to the girl, paper towels already in my hands to help her at least dry off a little. "I- uh, I'm sorry. I should've stopped her, there is no excuse. Let me help you now." I ranted, handing her the towels.

"No, it's alright. She's just a bitch to anyone, I get it." The girl said, her red hair now partially soaked.

"Is there any way I can make this up to you? You could come to my house? Have a shower and a change into new clothes." I ranted, feeling immensely guilty.

"No no, thats alright. I'm just going to head home anyways. But thats really sweet of you," She smiled at me, out stretching her hand, "I'm Beverly, but you can just call me Bev."

"Uh, Y/n." I smiled lightly back, shaking her hand. "Are you sure? Because I seriously don't mind, your parents might question what happened and I don't want that for you, because I wouldn't want that for myself. I'd actually be pissed if someone did to me what I did to you. So I'm sorry."

"You talk alot when you're nervous, huh?"

"That obvious?"

"A little." She paused, a smile still sitting on her lips. "Its alright really. Trust me, I'm honestly way more mad at the person who actually did the trash dumping, so you're in the clear. I've got to go. So I'll see you Y/n."

"Uh right. Yes. See you." I smiled.

Beverly turned then, slinging her soggy, wet backpack over her shoulder.

As soon as she was gone I turned to the sink, splashing water all over my face to rid the overbearing thoughts.

Do it.

DO IT.

You're only thinking that because you want attention.

do it.

I turned leaving the bathroom then, wanting to catch back up with the other losers.

I spotted them immediately, all of them standing near the garbage cans that lined the school curb. Bikes already in hand.

"No, I'm telling you she wouldn't take this long in the bathroom. What if she did it again. We can't sit here and not be worried about her, I mean, did you see the cuts? I-" Eddie was cut off ranting by Bill slapping him in the arm, gesturing obviously towards me.

I let the words filter. Not letting them sink in. Not right here. Not right now. So I put on the best smile I could muster, "Hey guys. Sorry, I had to use the bathroom. Are we heading home? Did you guys already set the plans for tomorrow?"

"Yeah, we're going to the B-b-barrens tomorrow, we'll meet at Eddie's at 11." Bill said, the others just nodding in agreement.

"Okay, well, I'll see you guys." I said, waving. I glanced at Eddie, his eyes filled with suspicion and worry. I looked away, his words now sticking to the forefront of my thoughts.

'Did you see the cuts'