#jack d grazer

“Eddie what happened–” Richie started before being given the *look* as Eddie’s eyes darted to his, brows and lips drawn in a straight line and fists covered in blood. It was a stupid question, he fucking knew the answer. Eddie had fought Simon; Simon the douche-canoe twice his height with a thirst for skinning seniors for no goddamn reason than to maintain his hierarchy and pride in Derry. Richie noticed the rose colored bruise over Eddie’s left eye and clenched his teeth. “I’ll kill him.”

“No you wont,” Eddie hissed. He was seething. Richie thought *he* was mad, Eddie might kill someone. Senior year had changed him. Those bright doe eyes were now dark and unfamiliar. This wasn’t Eddie. Something was going on in that head of his, Eddie was keeping a secret…and it hurt. It hurt he didn’t trust his best friend.

Richie felt his chest burn and his hands fist at his sides. He didn’t need Eddies permission. That asshole would pay for this…

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Okay I know I promised adult!Eddie but I really loved the idea of Eddie going through a rough senior year. I’ve been enjoying these fanfics where Eddie stands up for himself and fights back and, well, that was the inspiration for this drabble. Hope you enjoy my half-assed attempt at writing!

PS I went with a curly haired Eddie because I happen to adore Jacks curls and this scene is the direct aftermath of Eddie’s fight with Simon so his hair wouldn’t remain parted anyway. The decision mightve been too au but…oh well.