Chapter Seven:
"Don't Worry, It's Cute."

"You losers are trying to hard, she'll do you. You just gotta ask nicely." Henry's lips turned up in a smirk as he reached down and grabbing his crotch, "Like I did."

Jack rolled his eyes, raising his hand to block out the sun. "Fuck off! You couldn't get her if you were the only man left alive!"

Henry paused, turning his head to look at him. "Oh, and I see you guys are hanging out with the druggie, now. Watch out, I've heard he's a faggot. Might try to fuck one of you."

Jack's mouth fell open, his mind going blank.

Richie dropped his arm, turning his head to look at Jack, waiting for a reaction from him. Eddie did the same, a million thoughts running through his head. The look on Jack's face was completely unreadable and he didn't know what to think.

Jack glared suddenly speaking with such venom it even scared Richie. "Shut the fuck up Bowers. You're a fucking dick!"

"And you suck those, don't you?" Henry Bowers smirked, "What? You weren't good enough to get any pussy? How many dicks have you sucked? Hm? Do you-"

Ben let out an angry screamed as he picked up a rock. Henry Bowers fell to the ground and blood began oozing from his forehead.

"Rock war!" Richie shouted, falling to ground seconds later. Jack didn't even have time to laugh.

Jack leaned down and wrapped his fingers around a rock. An evil glint flashed through his blue eyes as he locked eyes with Henry.

He licked his lips, looking down at the rock as he reeled his arm back. "Fuck you, Bowers!"

Victor looked down at the ground, quickly picking up a rock. A sinister grin creeped onto his face when he noticed that Jack wasn't paying attention.

The moment he turned his head, the rock connected with his skull just under his right eye. The blonde boy fell to the ground, his hand immediately covering his eye. "Ow! What the fuck?"

"Oh, shit! Jack? J, hey, are you okay?" Eddie's head blocked out the harsh rays of the sun from Jack's sensitive eyes as he leaned over him. "Does it hurt?"

The sounds of the fight around them began to drown out as Jack looked up at Eddie. "No, no."

"Are you sure? Your eye's turning red and-"

Eddie roughly pulled Jack's hand away from his face. "I'm fine, dude-"

"But you can get a bacterial infection from-from-from-" Eddie began searching his face again for any sign of dirt or anything else that could potentially hurt him.

Jack shook his head, pushing away Eddie's hand away again.

"From-from-from what?" He teased, pushing himself up from the ground. Jack glanced back at Richie who had flipped Henry off before disappearing with the rest of the group

Eddie swallowed, taking a step back as he watched the taller boy brush the dirt off of his shirt. "What?"

"What?" Eddie blinked, tilting his head and tightening his grip on his inhaler.

"You were staring at me.." Jack stuck his tongue out, winking at the boy.

"No, I wasn't!" Eddie defended, shaking his head quickly. "I-I wouldn't!"

Taking a chance, Jack patted him on the head. "Don't worry. It's cute."

"Cute? Wha- I- I'm not! I'm not.. I'm not cute!" Eddie crossed his arms. "And-And you're still bleeding! That's a lot of blood actually. Oh shit, that's a lot of blood."

"I guess you'll have to fix me then." Jack shrugged, walking backwards into the woods. "Come on, we need to meet our stupid ass friends before they start believing what Bowers was saying."

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"Ow! Dude, stop touching it!" Jack slapped his hand away.

Eddie shook his head no before poking under his eye again. "Is it swelling?"

The others watched from the corner of Jack's room, sharing looks with each other.

Richie walked around the room, picking things up and examining them before carelessly putting them back.

Beverly said on the bed, her legs crossed and her back pressed against the headboard.

"Dude, I literally just sai- Ow! Dude, that hurts like a bitch." Jack whined as Eddie continued to wipe under his eye with the alchohol.

"Oh, oh, it hurts? It hurts? Yeah, I wonder why. Because it got so much worse when Richie pushed you-"

"I didn't mean to shove him that hard!" Richie groaned, tossing the rubik's cube onto his desk. "And I said sorry!"

"Not really." Jack looked at him out of the corner of his eye.

"Fuck off."

Eddie continued to clean up the now larger cut, mostly trying to stop the bleeding.

"Whatever! What if-What if he gets an infection? He could die! And it'll be your fault and then you'll go to prison for, I don't fucking know, involuntary manslaughter? And if he doesn't die but he does get an infection he could have his head amputated! Oh, wait! That would kill him! You know why? You can't amputate a head, can you? No! You can't!" Eddie rambled, pressing the cloth harder to Jack's eye.

"Ow, dude." Jack winced, closing his left eye. "Seriously, careful."

"Oh, sorry, J." Eddie said, his voice softening as he turned his attentions to Jack.

"J?" Beverly rose an eyebrow, glancing at Jack, "When'd he get a nickname?"

"Since I became cooler than you. Sorry, pretty lady, but I just am." Jack winked at her.

"Pretty lady?" Mike mumbled, looking at the pictures on the walls.

"You're not cool, though." Richie said, turning around in Jack's spinny chair.

"Jesus, Richie. Can you give him a break?" Stan scoffed. "Seriously."

Richie rolled his eyes and raised his hands up in mock surrender. "Seriously.."

Bill looked around the room, his hand brushing against the pale green painted walls.

Eddie rolled his eyes, continuing to clean up Jack.

Meanwhile, Jack's hear was racing a million miles a second, his eyes trailing over every feature on Eddie's face.

Subconsciously, he started counting the freckles that littered his nose and cheeks.

"Yo, why the hell are you counting?" Richie tilted his head. "You stupid or some shit?"

"No!" Jack muttered, trying to force down the blush threatening to overtake his face.

"Holy shit! Are you blushing? Maybe Bowers was right." Richie laughed, smacking Stan on the shoulder.

Jack froze, slowly turned his head to face Richie. Moments passed in silence, the tensions heightening between them. "What'd you just say?"

"I said, Maybe Bowers was right. Maybe you are gay."

"You know what? I-I think you should leave. All of you, actually. I can fix this myself." Jack stood from the chair suddenly, causing Eddie to stumble backward.

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows, holding the alchohol soaked cloth in his left hand.

"Wh-What?" Bill stuttered, turning his head towards Jack.

"I said I think you guys should leave." Jack replied, focusing on fixing everything that Richie had misplaced.

Richie swallowed thickly, looking down towards his feet. "I didn't mean it like that."

Jack hummed as an acknowledgement, taking glances up at his bedroom door watching as the six boys filed out, Eddie being the last to go.

Beverly sat watching him, and she was sure he didn't know she hadn't left.

"You okay?" She asked, her voice kind and gentle.

"I'm peachy. Always fucking peachy!" Jack replied sarcastically. "I love being absolutely terrified of going to sleep! I love thinking that it's my fault that my dad's dead, that my mom works all the time, that I should've fucking died on my birthday! It's my favorite part of the day! I love hating myself just a little bit more each day. I love hallucinating if I stop focusing on not, I love having to forge my mom's signature! I love being nicknamed druggie by my entire school."

Beverly watched with concern as he angrily organized his desk.

"Jack.. Can I ask you something?" The girl said slowly, as if carefully approaching a timid child.

"Depends what it is."

"Are you.. actually gay?"

Jack dropped the book he held, "Beverly, come on."

"You don't have to answer."

Jack nodded, moments passing in silence. "So what if I am? It wouldn't matter jackshit to you, but-"

"The others won't care, either. Richie's just being a dick."

Jack half smiled, turning around. "I guess. Thanks, pretty lady."

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{ A/n: recognize that one scene at all????? }

{ Edited: No