Bill watches as I smoke a cigarette. The look in his eye is the same one Eddie use to look at me with.

"I-I thought ch-cheerleaders couldn't smoke, w-won't you get kicked o-off the team?" He questions, watching as a cloud of smoke leaves my lips. I chuckle a little, turning to face him.

"Yeah, if they knew, I'd be kicked off in a heart beat. So I gotta be careful. I'd stop but...it's hard, ya know?" I mumble, tossing the bud aside. He nods lightly, not looking too convinced. I lean my head onto his shoulder, letting out a long sigh before tears begin to trudge down my cheeks. "I hate him. I really expected more from him, but it's like– it's like, he got a taste of wild and suddenly he's addicted."

Bill nods knowingly, rubbing my back.

I really like that about him. He's really comforting and he doesn't feel afraid to be near me.

We've only been out here for about 10 minutes, Richie is inside attempting to make coffee. The front door swings open.

"Eddie's coming."

I jump away from Bill, and Richie looks suspiciously between the two of us as Bill blushes.

"W-Why?" Panic immediately rushes through my veins, quickly I stand up. Bill follows, trying to calm me down as I begin to pace the porch. "I told him not to, but he never fucking listens!" Richie mutters, helping Bill attempt to calm me down.

"I can't–I cant look at him, please don't make me.." I beg, walking past Richie into the house. Him and Bill follow worriedly. "But he's coming! Someone's gotta talk to him.."

"Why don't you, Richie?! You're his best friend!" I shout, locking myself into my room. They bang on the other side of the door, pleading for me to come out. I slide down and hug my knees.

I can't do this.

Everything hurts, the same way it hurt after we defeated it. Actually, maybe even a little worse. The banging stops when the doorbell rings. Chatter comes from the living room area. I can only assume that it's Eddie they're talking to.

My heart beats a million miles per hour as footsteps rush towards my door.

"Eds, wait! She said she doesn't want to—" I hear Richie shout in the background before the banging on the door starts up again.

"A-Ally! It's me! I can explain, let me in....please" Eddie's voice rings on the other side of the door. "She was only at my house because, her parents kicked her out!" He insists.

He still doesn't know I saw them.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE. I saw you two kiss you fuck-tard! I SAW. The jigs up!" My voice is trembling in both anger and sadness.

I pray for death.