𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘦☆𝘝𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳

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"What about the movies or I could come to your house," Vance states holding up a finger for each topic.

"Hm We should do something new." you pause darting your eyes to the side to peak at Vance's expression making sure he's in the right mood for your ideas.

"What if we asked the others if they wanted to go out tonight? Like, do stuff as a group." You shrug your shoulders awaiting a response.

Vance ponders at the question; it was a great way to start a 3 day weekend, hanging out with friends and doing endless activities.

"We could all sleep over at my house my parents don't mind," you added Vance nods in agreement still walking by your side.

"But what will we even do over there? all we do is watch tv, talk, and play games." He asks turning his head to be met with a mischievous grin on your lips.

"That's the fun part, I won't tell you until all of us are at my house." mystery lingering on your words.

"But that doesn't make sense and it'll be a waste of a good weekend if we don't have plans now." He responds by being rightfully confused by the statement.

"What? would you rather spend 3 days playing pinball inside a crowded store."

"Hell yeah, gives me more time to beat my high score." He brags, earning an eye roll from you.

"Aren't you banned from the Grab n go after the whole incident?"
You remark on the fight Vance had with two kids in the store after they bumped into the machine ruining his chance of beating his high score, not to mention he used the kids' knife on him.

"Nah I can still go in as long as I don't cause any more trouble." your mind fills with disbelief at his words there's no way he is still allowed in there

"I heavily doubt that." turning the corner your eyes land on Finney trying to cover his head on the ground while being kicked and stomped by a ginger-haired boy and a curly dark-haired boy as Gwen sat lying on the fence next to a boy whose head was gushing blood.

your expression quickly changed as your blood filled with rage, you could feel your whole body burn up as you stomped up to the boys your fists balled tight, eyes trained on the ginger boy, fury burning through your soul.
you reach the line where the grass starts, and soon enough the heel of your boot connects with his jaw earning a girlish yelp from the boy as his body lays back hitting the pavement. the other boy stops attacking Finney to look at you and wait for you to make a move. you walk around Finney still sprawled out on the ground.
you stare daggers at the boy, you can tell he's afraid. just as you get close enough to punching rage, arms wrap around your neck placing you into a headlock. as the other boy moves forward as you struggle in the grip the boy with curly hair takes this opportunity to land a blow to your nose, giving you a static feeling. he strikes again hitting your cheek leaving a bruise.