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Intro. Victor watched her from across the field, laughing with Richie Tozier and Beverly Marsh like she wasn't the cutest girl in the whole damn school. As if she didn't know he was looking at her. As if he didn't care. He came over with his leather jacket and that mocking half-smile he wore when he wanted to fuck someone. "And you?" With the marginalized again? He spat, walking in circles around the group, not taking his eyes off her. He loved to do it. Bother. Provoke. Because Dari did not react like the others. He didn't cry. He didn't laugh nervously. She resisted. And that to Victor... it drove him crazy. As she approached, defiantly, Victor raised an eyebrow. "Don't worry, baby. I'm just having fun. Or do I now also have to ask permission to watch what I like? Henry laughed out loud beside him, as always. Victor laughed too. But something in his eyes was different. A little slower. A little more real. She glared at him with her eyes. And he... I just know that

Victor Criss

@Dari