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Gangster’s Paradise - Richie Tozier [chapter two]

word count: 3688 warnings: swearing, smoking, marijuana, drug dealing, angst

“I knew he’d be late!” Eddie groaned as he sat in the grass. Bill huffed in an annoyed agreement, looking around their spot at the Barrens, hoping Richie would show up out of nowhere.

“I-I told h-him f-four” Bill stated. “I t-told him t-twice the p-plan”

“Good thing it wasn’t some important meeting” Stan grumbled.

“Well- well what if it was?” Eddie asked exasperatedly. “What if- what if you died? And we needed to tell Richie but his lazy ass couldn’t bother to get here in time?”

“I’m not dead Eddie” Stanley deadpanned.

“You know what I mean. Something awful. What if It came back? Huh?”

“D-don’t say that” Bill snapped slightly, and Eddie apologized almost instantly. Ashamed that he’d gotten so ahead of himself.

It had been years since that demon had been mentioned aloud.

“Sorry Bill”

Silence fell between the three as they kept to their own thoughts for a while, thinking about that summer years ago. It wasn’t often that they were reminded of it, and if any of them were being honest, it hit them hard.

“W-we saw y/n/n t-today” The old nickname for y/n rolled off Bill’s tongue with ease but as soon as he said it he corrected himself in a flushed manner. “y/n… w-we saw y/n” He restated.

“Yeah… she’s in my third period Econ” Eddie said quietly, recalling awkward moments where their eyes had met and looked away just as quickly.

“N-no, we s-saw her a-and Patrick Ho-Hocks-st-st-tetter” Bill clarified. It sounded weird… like it had only been a dream that morning. A hallucination. His eyes playing tricks on him

Both Eddie and Stan’s jaws dropped open.

“Really?”

“No fucking way”

“Y-yeah. A-all pressed ag-gainst the l-lockers” Bill replied. Recalling just how real it had been

“Oh shit” Stand muttered. “I can’t believe it… they can’t be… they aren’t…?”

“T-together? I d-don’t know sh-she was smiling an aw-awful l-lot” Eddie sighed.

“What’d Richie do? He didn’t swing at him did he?” Eddie could picture it now, Richie prying Hockstetter away, landing a few punches before getting knocked to his ass.

“N-no he j-just m-muttered” Bill replied, remembering the way Richie stiffened as he walked away from the scene.

“Surprised he didn’t beat his ass. I mean, even though it’s Patrick…” “What about Patrick?” Eddie jumped out of shock, halting his sentence and turning to see Richie walking up to them. A cigarette dangling between his fingers.

“Really Richie!? You bailed on us to smoke?” Eddie groaned as he glared down the cancer stick his friend was holding.

“Fuck off” Tozier responded, walking over to his friends and sitting with his back to a tree trunk. “What’re you talking about?”

“Noth-” Stan started, but didn’t get to finish.

“y/n and Patrick all squashed up against each other and making out” Eddie sneered, pissed off that he was smoking while knowing the consequences.

“Eddie!” Bill scolded, but Richie didn’t say anything, just glared at the hypochondriac.

“Yeah, you know he still loves her” Stan rolled his eyes.

“Fuck off Stan I’ll shove you right off that fucking cliff, and I hope you die an awful death” Richie snapped defensively, but Stan just rolled his eyes. Richie’s violent tendencies only really appeared when y/n was a part of the discussion.

“He’s just jealous of Patrick-”

“I said fuck off!” Richie yelled now, dropping his cigarette and stumping it out with his boot. “Jesus fucks, I come here to hang out with my actual fucking friends and you just end up shitting on me”

“R-Richie he didn’t m-mean it” Bil said, shooting a look between Stan and Eddie.

“It’s not my fault” Stan said. “He’s just not going to admit he’s not over it because-”

“Yeah I fucking get it, I’m in love with her and I’m not changing anytime soon. Thanks Stan, really fucking thanks” The trashmouth barked before he could stop himself.

“What? Why are you so pissy about this?” Stan asked, standing up as Richie began wandering back from wherever he came.

“I’m going back home, fuck you” He called, still walking.

“Oh yeah, just go avoid it like you do everything!” Stan hollered, but sat back down with Eddie and Bill to calm himself. Richie just raised his middle finger, still walking away.

Fuck them, he didn’t have to deal with this. He already had to go through it once.

y/n was sat front seat of Belch’s car, her feet up on the dash as she lit her cigarette.

“You’re really gonna fucking smoke in my car?” Belch groaned. She just cocked an eyebrow towards him as she capped the lighter, blowing a puff of smoke towards him.

Smoking was never something she’d intended on doing, it just kind of happened, and she grew fond of it.

“Where are we drivin’ to anyway?” Victor asked from the back, sitting between Patrick and Henry.

“We’re going to meet up with Jason” y/n responded dryly. “Because someone fucked up-”

“Will you fucking let it go already? I get it! I fucked up! It fucking happens princess!”

“Stop the car” The girl uttered, and Belch slammed on the brakes upon the command.

The space was dead silent, until she whirled around, a shimmering glint of her switch knife pointed towards Hockstetter.

“Listen you fucking pyromaniac” She said angrily. “You have done nothing but test me today and I swear to fucking God I will cut off that fucking mane of yours strand by strand and make you eat it so you better shut that fucking motormouth of yours before you fuck up something worse than this job” Patrick swallowed thickly, and the other boys were deliberately looking away from her.

y/n cleared her throat calmly, closing up her knife and sliding it into her pocket again. “Jason’s just up the road” She told Belch with a sweet smile.

It scared him because it was genuine.

They drove a little further, Henry and Victor conversing in the back about something y/n didn’t really care to listen to. Patrick flicking his lighter open and closed repeatedly, and Belch not daring to look over at y/n next to him. She looked down at her feet, where a ziploc bag sat full of the contraband she was selling.

Drug dealing was never her intention either, but when she had joined up with the Bowers gang and proved herself to be in charge, she found it to be a quick and easy buck.

“Well would ya look at that?” Henry’s sickening voice rang from the back, and he nodded out the window towards the Kissing Bridge. “Haven’t seen Buck Beaver in a while, Belch pull over”

y/n perked up at the nickname, feeling both the urge to duck beneath the window and look out it at the same time. Sure enough, Richie Tozier was wandering down the path, right along the bridge.

“Not surprised frog face is at the bridge all alone” Criss snickered.

“Come on, Belch pull the fuck over-”

“We have a job to do” y/n spoke assertively. “Jason is just up the street and if you want our fifty bucks then we keep on moving”

She spoke with power but sunk low in her seat as they passed the bridge, out of sight if Richie were to look through the window.

Bowers rolled down the window, leaning out of it and spitting towards the trashmouth.

“Cocksucker!” Henry called, and Richie whipped around as the car kept driving, flipping off the older boy.

“Fuck yourself you mullet wearing asshole!” He hollered back, not even caring if Henry were to leap out of the car and chase him down.

Puberty had treated Richie pretty fairly, giving him a good 6 feet of height. And while he may be lanky, he’d learned how to pack a punch, and had the detention streak to prove it too.

But surprisingly, Bowers just got back in the car and it kept on moving. Richie scoffed, staying by the bridge for a smoke.

y/n sat back up in her seat, looking into the rearview mirror to see the boy sitting on the rail of the bridge, lighting a cigarette at his lips. She looked to the cig in her fingers, and let out a small sigh. Inaudible to the others in the car.

Jason, looking the part of a stoner kid, was leaning up against a tree not too much further away from the Kissing Bridge. In fact, if y/n turned and squinted, she could still see Richie sitting there. A blur of a dark green hoodie and jeans.

She handed him his bag, and just as quickly snatched the dollar bills from his hands, counting them up while the others did god knows what back at the car. When she counted all fifty, she smiled and tucked the cash into her pocket, right with her knife.

“Alright Jason” She spoke sweetly as he breathed in the toxic scent of his weed. “If you ever fucking come to the school’s campus demanding your share again-”

“You’ll what sweetheart, tell my mother?”

y/n chuckled, a sound that was near close to a giggle. A quiet “oh fuck” came from behind her, and she turned to see Vic and Henry running back towards the bridge. Maybe out of fear, maybe because they knew Richie was still down there smoking his cigarette. She winked towards Patrick who’d stayed behind, and who was already uneasy from earlier, then turned back towards Jason.

In seconds the girl shoved her hands against the stoner’s chest and pushed him into the tree behind him. He was so off guard, his plastic bag fell from his hands and he gasped, not knowing how to react. Hell, this was a girl, what could he do?

“Don’t ever fucking test me like that, I’ve already got these shitheads to deal with” She said in a mutter. “And don’t think I’d cut you off, customer or not, I’ve got rules, and you broke one today”

“Y-yes y/n” He stammered, nodding his head rapidly.

“If I get caught running around with these fucking criminals, I’m dead. It’s suspicious, you know what I mean?” She asked like they were having a casual conversation. Like her hand wasn’t dangerously close to wrapping around his throat.

“Mh-mhm” Jason nodded his head shakily again, and for a moment as he’d stammered she was reminded of a boy she used to look up to like a leader. But it was a very brief moment.

“So you won’t fuck this up again, yes?” She checked, and again, he nodded.

“EAT SHIT BOWERS!”

y/n whirled around, seeing far off towards the Kissing Bridge that Henry had decided to pick a fight with Richie.

“Fuck” The girl muttered, almost slapping herself in the forehead. She looked back at Jason with a glare. “Get the fuck out of my sight!” She hollered, annoyed that he was still standing there frozen in fear. He was lucky that Henry’s idiocy pulled y/n’s priorities elsewhere.

But Jason’s feet moved awkwardly and quickly as he picked up his dropped bag of MaryJane and scampered off to God knows where.

y/n turned back towards the fighting, luckily too far out of sight for Richie to see her, but not so luckily being able to see Henry swing for his stomach, landing a harsh blow. y/n hissed in a wince, hearing Richie’s pained oof, and wishing she was able to go break it up.

But that would mean a confrontation she wasn’t ready for.

y/n you have to go, it’s Richie, you’d be a bigger bitch for letting this happen, she thought. But on the other hand… y/n, you motherfucker, don’t you dare move, you’ve gotten this far without having to owe anyone any explanations. Bowers didn’t know you knew Richie, Richie didn’t know you knew Bowers.

“Suck a dick frogface. Suck that little asmatics di-”

“Bowers!” y/n screamed his name with evident anger, and her feet was carrying her over towards them in a sprint that shocked her. That this is what she decided to do.

Richie, who had been trying to land a blow to Henry’s face (preferably the nose or eye or lip) stuttered in his movements, and ended up getting socked across the jaw by Henry.

“Hey!” y/n yelled again, reaching Henry and shoving him back away from Richie, making sure not to look at the curly haired boy. “The fuck you think you’re doing?”

“Fuck off y/n you got to do what you wanted, now I get to do what I wanted” Henry moved to shove her aside, and Richie almost made the move to jump in front of her, like he was going to protect her, but she was faster than him. Grabbing Henry by the wrist and shoving him hard back against the car. “Come on boss, it’s just Bucky Beaver” Henry winced, but y/n just scoffed at his begging.

“You’ve mistaken me for someone who’s given a shit. You and the pyro both want a beating today?” Her eyes momentarily flicked towards Patrick, who promptly got into the car without a word.

Richie, still standing behind her, was panting. Slightly out of pain and trying to regain his breath, but mostly because of the shock he was reeling in. y/n was… she was with the Bowers Gang? That just made no sense to him.

“Get in the fucking car” She muttered let go of Henry, who instantly moved towards Richie again, but she pushed both of her hands against his chest, nearly toppling over on his ass. “I said get in the fucking car!” She yelled now, and Henry scrambled to get in.

He had a thing about getting yelled at assertively, forced upon him by his father’s abuse. y/n gave Belch a look, silently telling him to start it up. He did instantly. Vic had rushed to get in the vehicle when y/n had first run over to them, not wanting to be added to her list of beatings for the day.

“You comin’ boss?” Belch asked with a slight quiver to his voice. y/n was only called boss when she was pissed, and they were trying not to piss her off any further.

“Get the fuck back to town I’ll get myself home” She ordered.

“You don’t need a ride boss-?”

“Didn’t I just say to go fucking home?” She snapped. Richie jumped slightly behind her, out of shock. This side of y/n was something completely foreign to him. “Get outta here, I don’t want anyone fucking seeing me with you”

Dust and dirt flew in the air as Belch shoved down on the gas and sped back towards town. y/n groaned out of annoyance, watching them drive off before turning to Richie. In all the craziness she hadn’t noticed that his glasses had been knocked down to the ground. The girl frowned, bending over to pick them up, wiping the muck off the lenses with her shirt before placing them back on his face. Richie stood there with his lips parted, his eyebrows knit together ot of confusion and… anger?

Yeah, that was anger. y/n was always good at reading his emotions, though he hid them best he could.

“I have to get to town” She said promptly, and turned to follow the direction Belch’s car had taken off. But before she could take more than two steps her wrist was seized. And if she hadn’t known it was Richie, he’d be dead.

“That’s it!?” He yelled, out of anger, desperation, everything he’d wallowed in for the past… four years? “You show up, out of fucking nowhere, all ‘in’ with Bowers and you’re just going to fucking leave!?”

y/n blinked, her eyes round and unsure of what to do. She pulled her wrist out of Richie’s hand and stepped slightly back from him.

“It’s best if I just go Rich, you don’t want to talk to me” Richie squinted at her, astounded by her choice of words.

“You drop yourself out of my life like it’s nothing for years and now you’re some drug dealing, kid torturing-“

“Stop it Richie!” She snapped. “It’s not like that!”

“Yeah? Seems exactly fucking like that” He replied and she felt hot tears prick her eyes. She couldn’t recall the last time she cried.

“Fuck, Richie” The girl fumbled and pulled a pack of smokes from her pocket, the one opposite of her cash and knife. It was quiet between them, this new territory they’d created. She lit the cig with her lighter and sniffed to stop from possibly crying as she smoked. “I had it all under control and then you waltz in out of nowhere and mess shit up”

“I messed shit up? You mean realizing you’re fucking-” Richie stepped forward and lowered his voice drastically. “You’re fucking dealing y/n, you do know that’s a felony right?”

“Like you give a shit-”

“I think it’s pretty fucking clear I give a shit” Richie said in a mutter so low it sent shivers down her spine.

“Well don’t then. I don’t” She replied with a bite in her words. There was rage in his eyes, but beneath that she could see the hopelessness.

“y/n… what the fuck happened to you?” He sighed, losing all the angry quality in his voice. y/n stared down at the ground, unable to look at him and tell him the truth.

“Nothing happened to me I just moved on with life”

“Yeah, right on with Patrick Hockstetter” Richie retorted, his arm waving wildly towards the town. She glared up at him at the connotation his words held. Richie had no right to be angry about who she spent her time with, much less be jealous of it.

“I’m going home” She muttered, and was stalking off down the road before he could protest or grab her again.

“What the fuck! You’re just going to run away from it?” He hollered, making her turn around to flip him off before she kept on walking.

Richie froze for a moment, remembering the way he’d left his friends at The Barrens, just like her. The boy sighed, and jogged after her.

“Go away Richie”

“I just so happen to live in Derry so I’ll be walking this way” He said smugly, but she ignored him. “Besides, you owe me like… a million fucking answers y/n/n”

Her head snapped up towards him upon hearing her old nickname. “I don’t owe you shit” She growled out the same way she held her power over the Bowers Gang.

“Yes honey, you owe me all the fucking shit” Richie snapped back. y/n was momentarily at a loss. Every time she’d ever snapped that way, the one’s she was usually threatening winced, or stepped away. Richie, on the other hand, didn’t seem to give a shit what she said. “You stepped in back there for a reason”

“Fuck off Richie” She muttered, already beginning to pull out another cigarette.

“You smoke now too?” Richie asked out of pure shock, but she continued to ignore him as she lit it and placed it between her fingers. His mind flashed back to a time when she’d leave him every time he’d pull out a cigarette. “Who the hell are you-”

“Well what the fuck did you expect!?” She screamed, whipping around to stand in front of him. “It’s been four years Rich! I’m not going to just be the same girl! Why can’t you just leave it alone?”

“Damn it y/n because I fucking care about you and you’re just trying to get yourself killed!” She was silent for a moment, puffing on her smoke and continuing to walk.

“I wouldn’t mind dying anyways” She grumbled, and Richie rolled his eyes, but something tugged on his heart strings. That familiar pain he’d dealt with before when he’d watch you struggle with something.

“Well you picked the right crowd to get you there quicker” He muttered bitterly. But she laughed.

“Yeah no kidding” She replied. Richie let out a long breath through his nose, not knowing what to tell her. What to say to her to make her drop them and come back to him. “Look I’m not gonna lie to you Rich… I didn’t want Henry beating the shit out of you. But seriously you can’t… you just have to go home and not-”

“Not talk to you again?” He finished, and she looked at him apologetically.

“Look it’s just easier that way it has to stay that way. The others… the boys they don’t know that I was ever with you guys. And they can’t, not if I want to stay in the position I’m in”

“As what, their ringleader?”

“Pretty much yeah” She said with a slight amount of attitude and anger in her voice. Though the idea of cutting him off so soon hurt. It was quiet for a bit, y/n smoking her cigarette and Richie not having anything left to say to her. He was at a loss, what else could he do if he wanted to?

“Well have a nice life y/n” He told her. “Enjoy your pot dealing and being in charge of some fucking psychopaths. Try not to miss your real friends too much, but you seem to be doing just fucking fine on your own” He snarled his words, and she physically winced as he went storming off ahead of her, no longer wanting to even bother. He was done wasting his time on y/n y/l/n. The last four years was him trying to get over his own feelings, but now he was sure they’d vanished completely, along with y/n’s true self.

She’d stopped in the road, watching him leave with half a cigarette between her fingers. Tears welled in her eyes and threatened to fall, though somehow she’d forced them not to. Hell, she missed that boy like crazy.

welp there it is! don’t worry, it’s not gonna be sad angst forever. . . taglist: @timsflannels @depressed-trashcann @beepbeeprichtozier

xoxo ~ jordie

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