you were a sort-of popular kid at school. you had lots of friends and were well known throughout your grade. you were alone during recess, waiting for your friends, when you noticed the Bowers gang beating up a kid you recognized: richie “trashmouth” tozier.

richie was crying as the boys walked away, cursing himself out under his breath. he looked up as you walked over to him and quickly pretended like he had never been crying.

“whaddya want, sweet cheeks?” he asked defensively.