Chapter Fifteen:
"Why Don't You Just Leave?"
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Felicity watched as the car drove away, with Eddie inside of it. His mom was not happy about what had happened and she had called both Felicity and Beverly sluts.

Which was completely unfair because neither of them had actually done anything.

Worry flooded her as she looked around at each of her friends. Each of the seven faces displayed a different emotion.

Beverly and Bill had determination.

Ben had a pained look on his face.

Richie had anger and worry.

Mike had a mix of emotions, nearly unreadable to her.

Despite this, several other emotions radiated off of each of them meaning that tension flooded the group. Anger, fear, hurt, annoyance, pain, worry floated high, causing Felicity's own emotions to raise in intensity.

Her head clamped against her forhead, her fingers becoming coated in blood. Her head throbbed, screaming for her to lay down. But she wouldn't. She wouldn't back down from the oncoming arguement.

Felicity was far too angry to even think about her insecurities right now.

"I-I s-saw It.. I saw where I-It l-l-li-lives.. Ne-Next time we'll be be-be-better prepared." Bill said, clapping his hands together. "W-We-We'll w-wi-win."

"Next time? No! No, next time, Bill! You're insane." Stan shouted, pointing at him. He glanced over at Felicity, wondering what she saw. She refused to talk about it, so he assumed it was horrible.

He didn't want to think about what she had to go through.

"Are you kidding me? Eddie was nearly killed! And look at those motherfuckers!" He gestured to Felicity and Ben. "One's leaking hamburger helper and the other's probably gonna die of brain damage!"

"I'm fine, Richie." Felicity pulled her hand away from her forehead.
"Anyways, Bill's right. We have to stop It."

"Wait, what?" Stan dropped his arms. "What do you mean 'He's right'? Are you kidding me right now?"

"He is, though! Whatever the hell this is, It's here to stay for another, what, five months? It'll kill us all, unless we fight It and win!" Felicity crossed her arms, earning a nod in agreement from Beverly.

"Exactly! We can't just act like It's gonna stop! Ben, you said it yourself, It comes back every twenty-seven years." Beverly agreed with Felicity.

"I'll be forty and far away from here! I thought you said you wanted to get out of this town, too?" Ben argued, his hand pressed against the wound on his stomach.

"Because I want to run towards something! Not away." Beverly said, exasperated.

"Okay, who invited Molly Ringwald into the group?" Richie glared at Beverly, causing her to flip him off.

"Richie! She's right! We can't pretend it'll go away." Felicity defended her, stepping to beside him.

"I'm just saying! Let's face facts! Real world. Georgie.. is dead." He seethed, as if taunting Bill.

"Georgie isn't dead!" Bill glared at him.

"He is! You can't save him, but you can still save yourself." Richie continued, ignoring Bill.

"No. Ta-Take it b-back." Bill stepped forward closer to Richie. "You're s-sc-scared. And we all are. B-B-But take it back!"

"He. Is. Dead!" Richie repeated, crossing his arms. "And you can't change that!"

Bill retailiated by pulling his fist back and nailing Richie in the nose.

"What the hell, Bill?" Felicity gasped, "This isn't how we prove a point!"

"Fuck you! You're.. just a bunch of fuckin' losers! And you're gonna get yourselves killed!" Richie covered his now bleeding nose with his hand.

"Stop!" Beverly shouted, stepping in between them. "Stop fighting! Stop it! This is what It wants. It wants to divide us. We were all together when It attacked, and that's why we're still alive."

"Yeah? Well I plan to keep it that way." Richie scoffed, going to leave on his bike.

"Why are you siding with him?" Stan crossed his arms, nodding his head towards Bill. "He isn't your boyfriend!"

"Because he's right!" Felicity fired back. "It doesn't matter if you're my boyfriend! I shouldn't automatically have to side with you just because we're a couple."

Sensing an uncoming fight that they didn't want to be apart of, Ben and Mike left.

"Well, then, if he's so right, why don't you go sleep with him!" Stan jabbed.

Bill's eyes

"Excuse me?" Felicity laughed bitterly. "What was that?"

"I said, why don't you sleep with him!" Stan repeated, placing his hands on his hips.

"No, no! I heard you! What the hell, Stan? You know what? Maybe I fucking will!"

"Good! Why don't you leave and get it on with then!"

"Leave?" Felicity scoffed, crossing her arms, trying to cover the hurt. "What the hell?"

"Yes! Leave!" Stan glared, "You're so damn annoying and you talk way too much and you just can't be quiet for one second! No one wants you in this group anyway! So, why don't you just leave!"

"You know what? Maybe I will! And maybe I will sleep with Bill while I'm at it, because apparently I'm such a fucking whore, right? You're a dick, Stan. A real dick." Felicity glared before spinning on her heel and picking up her bike. "Don't fucking talk to me."

She rode away, ignoring the calls of Bill and Beverly. 

"Stan! What was that?" Beverly yelled at him.

Stan didn't respond, simply staring ahead.

"Ye-Yeah, wh-what w-wa-was it?"

"You're stealing my girlfriend! That's what! Is it never enough for you? First... First, you steal Beverly from Ben! Well, you know what? You can't have Felicity! She's my girlfriend, Bill. Mine!" Stan shouted back.

"Are you kidding me?" Beverly scoffed, "That's what you have to say? Are you even sure she's still your girlfriend after that? I wouldn't be so sure, Stanley."

"What?"

"You told her to sleep with another boy and basically called her a whore." Beverly ranted. "You're a bad boyfriend."

"Je-Jea-Jealousy is-isn't g-g-good. It'll ruin your r-r-re-relationship." Bill crossed his arms, "Yo-You-You're a real d-di-dick."

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{ Word Count: 1040 }

{ A/n: Did Stan just... fuck up? The answer is yes. yes yes yes. }

{ Edited: A little bit. }