Richie walked out the middle school with the rest of The Losers Club, not noticing your mysterious new figure from afar.

“Richie, have you seen the new kid?” Stan spoke up, fixing his shirt slightly as he continued walking beside Bill.

“No, why—“ Richie was cut off as he saw you walking past, your hands holding your backpack as someone made fun of you.

Richie pushed up his glasses.

“He’s a loser, worse than us!” Richie joked, earning a light slap from Eddie.