Chapter Six:
"Stan, You Pervy Jew!"
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"Ew, okay, gross." Felicity stuck out her tongue as the boys leaned over the edge and spit.

"See? So easy! Oh, my god, that was terrible! I win!" Richie smirked to himself, "You see that, hotstuff? I won. How'd you like to fuck a winner tonight?"

Felicity's face scrunched up in disgust. "No, thanks." 

"Shut up, Richie!" Stan scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"You won? No! Did you see my loogie?" Eddie pointed down to the water. Felicity shook her head at them.

"Mine went the farthest. It's by distance."

"It's mass! It's always been mass!"

"What the fu- Mass? What is mass?"

"No one cares how far it goes! It's about how cool it is! If it's green or white or all juicy and fat!" Eddie made vivid hand movements as he spoke. Felicity grimaced, shaking her head.

"Al-Alright.. who's first?" Bill spoke, looking down at the water below. Felicty stood a few feet away, not daring to look over the edge.

She hated heights with a passion.

"I'll go!" Beverly's voice rang throughout the quarry, alerting the group of friends. Felicity turned her head and watched as Beverly insulted them before jumping into the water below.

Felicity gulped as she pulled her shirt off first, her shorts following shortly after.

"What the fuck? Did we just get shown up by a girl?" Richie shouted, staring down at Beverly below.

"Do we have to do that now?"

Bill nodded, jumping off the edge. Ben followed next.

Felicity took slow steps towards the two remaining boys, staring down the water below. Richie winked at her before jumping into the water.

Her blood ran cold as she stumbled back. "Oh, shit, okay, that's far.."

"Are you okay?" Stan asked, concern lacing his tone.

"I-I, uh, I can't jump. Heights, I don't do heights." She explained, the echo making it so the rest of the group could hear her.

Stan searched her face for any sign of a joke, but found none. Felicity looked from him to the loser's below who called them pussies.

"Here, I'll jump with you." Stan offered, taking her hand into his gently.

"I-I don't know." Stan slowly pulled her over to the edge, squeezing her hand.

"It's okay." He spoke softly. "I'll be right here."

Felicity nodded shakily, "Ok-Okay, Okay.. okay. Yeah, okay."

"On three?"

"Okay, Okay. On three. I can do this. I got this. It's just a cliff.. I can do this. I'm amazing and this is easy."

"One." Stan pulled her closer to the edge. She shut her blue eyes tightly, squeezing his hand in hers.

"Two." He squeezed her hand tighter and watched her face for any signs of regret. Seeing none, he proceeded to three.

"Three!" He shouted, pulling her off the edge with him

A scream past her lips as the wind rushed around her. The wind blew in her hair and Stan released her hand as his body hit the water first.

Her body crashed into the water below, sending chills down her spine. Muffled cheers were heard from around her as she opened her eyes.

Felicity broke through the surface water, inhaling deeply as she began to cough violently.

"Holy shit! I can't believe I just did that!" Felicity shouted, moving the wet hair from her eyes.

"You did that!" Beverly cheered excitedly. "Good job."

Felicity smiled, her hair sticking to her forehead.  "Wow, that was.. so cool."

Stan laughed from beside her, his once messy curls stuck to his face. "I knew you could do it."

"You did g-g-good, Fel." Bill complimented, nodding towards the girl. Richie agreed, sliding his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into him.

"Two winners fuckin'. Sounds good to me. You?" Richie smirked, squeezing her shoulder.

"Uh, no." Felicity shrugged off his shoulders.

"Would you leave her alone, Richie?" Stan shook his head, annoyance clear in his tone.

"Yeah! Leave her alone." Eddie agreed, splashing Richie.

"Splash fight!" Richie screamed, waving his arm across the water. The force of the wave knocked Felicity back into the water.

"Oh, you are so gonna pay for that!" Felicity splashed him, giggling.

The splash war continued, until Richie declared himself the winner.

To Felicity, Eddie or Beverly won. But, she decided to leave Richie alone this time.

"We should play chicken fight!" Eddie suggested excitedly.

"I love that game! I used to play it with my friends all the time." Felicity smiled, clapping her hands, "I've missed it."

Beverly swam over to Bill, climbing onto his shoulders. Richie got onto Ben's.

"We should fight whoever wins next." Felicity spoke, turning to Stan.

He agreed, watching as Richie knocked Beverly off.

"And we have a winner!" Richie shouted, "Who dares to oppose me next?"

"Me! I mean, we do!" Felicity shouted, raising Stan's hand into the air. Ben slowly walked over to where they stood, waiting for them to get into position.

Felicity climbed onto his shoulders, her hands on his head as she got balanced.

Stan held his grip on her thighs to keep her from falling, causing goosebumps to arise on her body. His fingers dug into her soft skin as she released her hands from his hair.

"Woah, Stan, you pervy Jew!" Richie pointed to where his hands were placed, causing the boy's face to turn red in embarrassment.

"I-it's for.. safety!" Stan stammered out, his hands becoming sweaty.

"It doesn't matter. You're so going down, Tozier." Felicity cracked her knuckles and tried to smile intimidatingly.

It didn't work. Richie was not intimidated. "Only if it's on you!"

She pushed forward, reaching and pushing on the boy's hands. "That. Is. So. Gross!"

Felicity used all her strength to push the boy, cheering happily when he fell into the water. "Ha! Take that, trashmouth."

Richie wiped the water from his face, flipping the girl off. ""Whatever, you only won 'cause your pervy boyfriend has a death grip on your thighs."

"Whatever, don't be a sore loser!"

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"And this one's for all the fellas tryin' to do what their ladies tell them." Felicity sang along quietly to the song, her arms placed behind her head. Sunglasses covered her eyes as she basked in the sunlight.

She turned her head to face Beverly, who laid beside her. "Nice haircut. It suits you."

"Thanks.. They're staring at us, you know." Beverly whispered, giggling quietly. The boys were too deep into their trance to understand anything said between the two girls.

"I know," Felicity whispered back. "Let's mess with them."

Beverly smiled and nodded. At the same time, they both turned their heads at the same time.

The boy's eyes widened and they quickly looked away, pretending to be looking at something else.

Richie looked down at Ben's backpack.

"News flash, Ben! School's out for summer!" Richie raised his fist to his mouth, pretending it was a microphone. He continued to search through his bag.

"Oh, that? That's not school stuff."

"Woah, who sent you this?" He pulled out a postcard with a love note on the back.

Felicity pushed herself off of her pink towel and walked over to him.

"No one!" Ben defended, taking it from his hands. Felicity sat next to Stan, watching Richie pull a folder out.

"What's with the history project?"

"Oh, well.. I didn't really have any friends.. so I just started spending time at the library."

"You went to the library? Like, for fun?"

"Oh, I want to see!" Beverly stood and walked over, Bill shamelessly staring at her.

"T-T-Thhat's the black s-s-sp-spot." Bill explained, handing her the papers.

"That's so weird, right?" Felicity turned to Stan, ignoring Bill and Beverly's conversation about her hair.

Stan agreed, "Yeah.."

Richie handed the project to Felicity so that she and Stan could see.

"There's murders and reports of missing kids like I've never seen anywhere else before." Ben explained, "It's creepy. I did a study once and it turns out people go missing here six times the national average. And that's just grown ups.. kids are worse. Way, way worse."

"You read that?"

"Mhm. I've got more stuff at my house, if you wanna see."

Felicity realized that this day was not gonna be as normal as she hoped.

"Great. That sounds great, Ben. Terrifying, sure. But great."

This is gonna be a weird day.

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{ Word Count: 1410 }

{ A/n: stelicity makes me soft }

{ Edited: No }