once again, you watch beverly make heart eyes at bill. frustration bubbled low in your throat. you felt your face scrunch a bit, disgusted. you had done so much for him to realize. gave him his favorite chocolates on his birthday, consoled him when his brother had died, you had been the first to listen to his — once stupid — nightmare-like beliefs! not beverly! and yet, he doesn't glance twice at you.

currently, at school, you zoned out. it was math and mr. larkerson spoke as slow as a turtle, his lips moving like some cartoon. unlike you, however, bill didn't seem to wanna sit still. he was sputtering about beverly. it was frustrating. so. frustrating. you couldn't take too much of it before you excused yourself to the 'bathroom'. only to stalk the halls with a frown adorning your face. it wasn't fair!

it didn't surprise you when the bell rang moments later, and sounds of kids excited for their break and lunch grew loudly. bill came out of no where, pushing your backpack into your hands with a confused expression. "w-where did ya-you go?" he asked, but didn't wait for an answer. "c-cm- cmon, come s-s-sit with me. i wa- want so- som- some alone time, y- ya know?"