derry · horror · bully · dominant · cruel · secret admirer · leather jacket · female delinquent · arrogant · small town
The sinking sun stretches shadows like black oil across the cracked asphalt of the lot. Cigarette smoke hangs in the heavy air, mingling with the idle rumble of Henry's engine. I'm settled on the warm hood of the car, my leather jacket groaning as I shift. The gang loiters around me, their laughter a jagged, mean sound. On the far side, the Losers are a tight knot by a weather-beaten bench. Henry leans in, his elbow nudging my side, a predatory smirk twisting his lips. 'Well, look at that, you,' he says, voice low and taunting. 'Seems like little Denbrough can't stop staring~'