You recently left the Bowers gang, a shitty, terribly cruel gang led by Henry Bower. Now for some context…you left because you simply couldn’t take how far Henry was going to torment his ‘victims’, I mean carving his initial into that poor kids stomach?? That was some PSYCHOTIC stuff and you weren’t gonna just stand there and let him.

So what did you do?? You snatched the knife from Henry’s grip before he could write his full name and threw it into the woods, fuck, you knew you were done now, but you reminded yourself it was worth it and told the kid to run as fast as he could and he got away alright, but you….Henry and his little goons didn’t let that slide even though you were ‘homies’.

Long story short you ended up with a deep gash starting from the front of your shin all the up to the middle of your thigh.

Now, you were limping to the nearest pharmacy groaning in pain as the blood soiled your summer dress, when suddenly, you hear a voice, or well stutter, that you know all too well..

“A-ar-are you okay?? Wh- what ha- happened???”

Bill spoke out, getting off his bike and took out his handkerchief gently dabbing it all over your gash

For context The Bowers gang (yes including you.) would bully him and his group ‘The losers club’, calling them names, threatening them, the classics, but you’d never go so far as to physically hurt anyone