If the Losers Club thought the Bowers Gang was bad, they had another challenge coming. One almost on par with Pennywise. The school bullies now had girlfriends.

Henry's girl was Delaney Quinn. Clocking in at 5 foot three and one hundred nineteen pounds, she was ultra-shallow, bitchy to a fault, and unfortunately, small-town pretty with her pert nose, blonde hair, and blue eyes. She could fight like hell, which was necessary for any girl dating Henry. Part of the reason things made it so far with them was that Delaney never cried or ran away, but instead punched back and fought as dirty as possible until Henry was so tired he had to give up (or was worried he would kill her if he didn't stop).

Patrick's girl, Tristin Lawson, almost resembled a clone of her boyfriend. She wasn't particularly tall, but she was on the thin side, especially in the face, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. She was known for being alluring, with a hypnotizing stare, sexy clothes, and a nonchalant, European demeanor. She'd moved to Derry from Durham, England in 1988, and had a crisp British accent, with a sexual maturity disturbingly beyond her years. While she was attractive, she was also unsettling, and there was something terrifying about her. She had a weird power over Patrick that was almost concerning; sure he was as creepy with her as he was with everyone else, but on occasion he transformed into a lovesick puppy dog who happened incredibly mentally unstable.

Belch basically owned Daria Hampton since kindergarten, but things became official in ninth grade. She was yet another blonde haired, blue eyed beauty, but was a sturdier girl, at about the same height as Patrick, broad shoulders, and large breasts. Much like Belch, she wasn't exactly the sharpest crayon on the box, and was easily taken advantage of. Fortunately, the only idiot reckless enough to pursue her was Richie Tozier, who had salacious but not malicious intentions. This incurred Belch's wrath multiple times, but sweet, slow Daria thought Richie was her sweet innocent little junior high buddy who occasionally asked her to take her top off.

The girl Vic paired off with was the most unusual. Hedwig Sullivan was the girl with the funny name, lank brown hair adorned with ribbon barrettes, and a large collection of paperback romance novels. More likely to read in the car than cheer Vic on in a fight, no one was sure what either one saw in each other. After all, Vic was the pretty bad boy with a mean streak, and Hedwig was the homely bookworm who was generally kind to everyone. Maybe they had more in common than everyone thought, but people generally assumed Vic just wanted a quiet normal girlfriend after dealing with the girls his buddies picked.

They were a group who made memories together that lasted a lifetime: the ninth grade dance that turned into a riot, making every Friday Mischief Night, the times Patrick went off his meds and everyone had to hide in the basement until he either fell asleep or his mom tranquilized him, the vehicular manslaughter committed during that summer in Kennebunkport. When they had children, they'd have many stories to tell, and every single one would traumatize said children for life.