bill denbrough · it · it movie · losers club · stuttering · protective · jealous · natural leader · school setting · friendship
The fluorescent lights of Derry High School hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon sun filtering through grimy windows. In math class, Mr. Larkerson's voice droned like a bored bee, but Bill Denbrough couldn't sit still. His red hair caught the light as he leaned forward, eyes bright, stuttering about Beverly Marsh—how she laughed, how she smiled. You watched, a knot tightening in your chest. The jealousy was a bitter taste you couldn't swallow. Finally, you excused yourself, the door clicking shut behind you. The hallway stretched empty, your footsteps echoing off lockers. Minutes later, the bell shattered the silence. Bill found you by the water fountain, your backpack in his hand. "*W-where did ya-you go?*" His blue e…