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Bruce’s pov:
“Wh- i have a detention?” Is all I can say in disbelief.
“Yes you have a detention today and if you don’t go, have fun at school on Saturday” the teacher replies like it meant nothing. my parents are going to kill me.
"and you can call your parents at the front office, tell em where your gonna be in the avo, and why you're gonna be there" she emphasizes the why like I'm not going to which I wish I could but of course, I won't be able to, they are very controlling when it comes to there 'golden' son and his reputation.
"of course I will" I reply dryly not ready for my parent's reaction.
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"YOU DID WHAT!?" I hear my mother yell through the phone I was already holding it away from my face but you could still hear her loud and clear.
"I can't believe you would even think of punching a kid let alone actually doing it!" she started to ramble, doing her usual thing if I slipped up.
"well I've got to go to detention now so I'll be back at like six? okay bye!" i hang up the phone before she can keep complaining about the 'family reputation' i just have to survive one detention.
fun.
let's just hope I don't get killed in the span of an hour and a half.
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I open the door to a very unkept class room and look straight at the teacher who seemed to not want to be there at all. When she sees me her expression changes to a very confused look.
“Bruce? Are you in the wrong room?”
"um im here for detention" i replied while looking around the classroom and before I could even say anything else my voice dies in my throat locking eyes with pinball fucking Vance. His eyebrows turned down, lips already twisted into a scowl and I swallow hard. I mean he’s never done anything to me personally he kinda just leaves me alone most of the time but still he’s fucking scary, you don’t know what or how will set him off. i found it intriguing but I’m never saying that out loud. I quickly look back at the teacher who was double checking if I actually had a detention.
“Um well okay sit down then” she says still in disbelief.
“Thanks” is all I mutter before walking to the desk closest to the window at the back. I can feel Vance’s eyes on me the whole time which is why my muscles won’t relax. Why did I have to get a detention the day Vance has one and no one else does, it’s literally just us for fuck sake. I have homework to do anyway so I should use the time wisely, and with that, I opened up my math book to finish off the question I didn’t do in class. After about two minutes I was already bored I mean yeah I was good at most of my subjects but that doesn’t mean I like them all.
Letting out a sigh I gaze out the window at the empty school grounds then of course I feel that familiar glare at the back of my head. I try and ignore it and how my whole body tenses, and how my ears get hot. Still ignoring it, the tapping of my pencil gets faster I guess he got really bored, like REALLY fucking bored because he speaks.
“Why are you here?” His voice was even gruffer than expected making me jump in my seat. I slowly turn my head to him hoping that was just my imagination but it wasn’t. He was a a few seats away but his gaze was still chilling as ever, with scary blue eyes, and scruffy yet perfect hair. Wait um never mind that.
His stare got more intense which brought me back to the conversation.
“Um what was that?” I had forgotten what he said because of… well him I guess. He seemed more pissed off than before, right he doesn’t like repeating himself.
“I said, why are you here? Dipshit.” Voice starting to fill with venom, I answer quickly.
“Oh yeah I um punched a kid” I utter reluctantly but his reaction was kinda unexpected.
“You? The golden boy? Punched a kid?” He chuckled at his own words. God his smile was something else. But I remember the conversation at hand trying to think of a good response.
I smile a bit before talking.
“Yeah…” is all that comes out. wow I’m great with words, aren’t I? It was silent for a second before he continued talking which surprised me even more.
“Why’d you do it?” I guess he was more interested in me for punching someone, which made me pause.
“Oh… he was being a dick so I punched him” I didn’t really want to give details but I had a feeling he had nothing better to do than get details.
“Come on. This is the first time I’ve heard about you punching a kid I want to know details shit head” he seemed intrigued but irritated at me not answering properly.
Well, I guess I’m gonna have to tell him or he might beat the shit out of me.
“Well you know Sam” he nods so I continue.
“Well then you know how racist he is.
"I mean he usually does that sorta stuff to me and I always let it slide but yesterday was just not I good time for him and his friends to show up at my locker.” I took one more look at him before continuing to see his eyes light up at the story made my heart jump.
“So at first, it was just the usual. Making fun of my eye shape, the food I would bring to school, that my parents didn’t speak much English, and how I was a try-hard. But that day he decided to pull something out of his ass that just made me fucking mad.” I say the last part through clenched teeth, my fists tightening. But I try to keep my composure.
“As I was walking off or trying to he just yelled out “If it was legal I would ship you and your whole fucking family back to where they came from you fucking ch*nk” I let out a frustrated sigh.
“So without thinking I ran full speed at him and punched him right in the side of his head-“ I half re-enacted it while watching his face light up even more and a smile creep up on his cherry lips- I mean lips.
“Then I kneed him in the face and if that didn’t break his nose the punch after definitely did. And- um- I well I got my bat from my locker” I see his expression change to surprise and confusion.
“Wait wait wait… did you kill him? Cuz I didn’t expect you out of everyone in school to be the person to have a body count”
“No! No, I didn’t kill him… I just… threatened him is all” I say the last part quietly regretting my actions.
“YOU WHAT? Geez since when were u cool?”, rhetorical of course, and his surprised face slowly turned into one of pride I guess, but it made my stomach flip.
“Yeah but I guess he snitched cuz I’m here now…” then I remember how I’m meant to be nice all the time for my parent's sake so I try to backtrack. “ but I shouldn’t have done it anyway-“ he cuts me off with a knowing look.
“Oh really? I’ve seen that face before, you didn’t regret anything” he smirks like he won an argument or something but I know if I keep silent my face might go fully red.
I let out a small huff in defeat. I mean it was Vance Hopper you wouldn’t have to worry about a fake personality or having to be fake because he’s brutally honest.
“He did deserve it” I mutter crossing my arms and slouching a bit. Silence filled the room for a second time until I hear Vance let out a chuckle making me look at him in confusion.
“You sound like me” he’s half smiling which makes me feel a little more calm about the whole thing.
“Is that a good thing?” I’m still shocked at the response.
“Well your parents would probably faint, then ground you for saying such a thing, but for me, it’s pretty sick” he was weirdly right about my parent's reactions but I didn’t expect Vance Hopper to give me a compliment.
“Like Sick as in cool?” That was a dumb ass question but whatever. He just hums in agreement making me look down at my math book in embarrassment.
“Cool,” I mutter which he definitely heard.