It's Richie's own fault. He's looking down at his phone on the way out of school, texting Regan to let her know that drama club ended up ending early. Usually on those days, he stays after for hours, but thirty minutes after the last bell, Richie's headed out the front door. At least it means he'll be able to get a head start on his homework, and maybe Regan will want to hang out too.
It's because he's looking at his phone that Richie almost runs right into the girl on the steps, instead, stepping aside at the last minute and taking a tumble down the stairs.
"Shit!" he shouts, reaching for his glasses and shoving them on his face before he starts to look for his phone. That's when he notices the girl on the stairs looks like she wants to cry. Richie's seen that look before.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asks, though Richie thinks he'll be lucky if his leg isn't bleeding under his jeans.
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Date: 2021-02-13 11:52 pm (UTC)It's because he's looking at his phone that Richie almost runs right into the girl on the steps, instead, stepping aside at the last minute and taking a tumble down the stairs.
"Shit!" he shouts, reaching for his glasses and shoving them on his face before he starts to look for his phone. That's when he notices the girl on the stairs looks like she wants to cry. Richie's seen that look before.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asks, though Richie thinks he'll be lucky if his leg isn't bleeding under his jeans.