Two of a Kind (Vance Hopper)

Chapter 7.

     Kitt glanced over the two boys who entered the shop but didn't pay them much attention other than that. She turned her attention back over to the game, watching at the score quickly grew higher and higher. She looked at Vance's face, noticing how concentrated he was. He hadn't spoke a single word since he had taken over the game, showing how determined he was to beat his previous score. It was impressive. She looked back at the score and grinned. If he kept going on like this he would easily beat the current high score. She bit her lip as she watched as the little ball got stuck.

     Both of them froze, Vance going as far as to lift his hands from the game to make sure he didn't bump the ball the right way as he tried to figure out how to fix the situation. She didn't know why she was so invested in the game, she had never cared about it before but suddenly she wanted to see how this played out. The two boys who had entered the store only a few minutes prior were down the aisle from them, joking around and playfully shoving each other. She glanced over to them just in time to see the one with the flannel shove the other kid hard enough to knock him into the pinball machine. 

     Kitt pursed her lips, knowing that this wouldn't end well for anyone in the situation. She looked at Vance just as he put his hands on his head in disbelief. She watched as rage took over his features as he looked over at the boy who had ruined the game for him. She stepped closer to the window behind her, wanting nothing to do with what was about to go down. The angry blonde snatched the poor kid up by his shirt, probably traumatizing the smaller boy. 

   "You fucked up my game," Vance hissed before throwing the kid into a magazine stand. His friend, who clearly wasn't very good at thinking, pulled out a knife in response. She raised her eyebrows, wondering if the kid was serious. The sight of the knife only seemed to piss Vance off, rightfully so too. She bit her bottom lip, a little worried for the angry blonde if she was being honest. The boy went to stab Vance, but the taller male dodged, instead punching him across the face. The kid who had hit the magazine stand finally got up and decided to help his friend, putting Vance in a head lock. 

     She thought about helping out, but she looked over at the cashier who was clearly on the phone with the police and hesitated. She needed to get them out of here, and fast if they wanted to avoid the police. She looked back over as Vance kicked the boy who had the switchblade, knocking him down before elbowing the other in the face. That should not have been as attractive as it was. She watched as he walked over to the boy who was on the floor and picked him up by his shirt. 

     "Don't fuck with me again," he growled out before he began slamming his head on the floor. Just as she thought he had finished he picked the knife up off of the floor and carved his name into the boys arm, making her grimace. As he got up Kitt marched over and grabbed his wrist, pulling him out of the store. "What the fuck? I wasn't finished with my game," the blonde complained, following her despite his words. She rolled her eyes at him. Did he know the cops were called? Or did he just not care? She couldn't tell with him. 

     She lead him to the old park that her and Gwen had sat and talked for a few hours before turning to look at him, crossing her arms as she did. "Are you stupid?" She asked, shocking him with her question. He hadn't been expecting that to be the first thing she asked him. He paused for a minute, trying to think of what he wanted to say, but he couldn't think of anything worth while. 

     "What?" 

     "You do realize that the cops were called right? Now what are we going to do?" She asked, moving to go sit on the swings. He followed her and shook his head with a small smile on his face. She didn't even really care that he had gotten into a fight, she was upset because she didn't know what else there was to do in town. Just who was this girl? He sat on the swing beside her, humming as he thought about it as well. 

     He hesitated as an idea came to his head, probably not the best idea, but an idea nonetheless. He looked at her, another one of his signature smirks on his face. "Do you smoke?" He asked her, watching as she turned to look at him with a look of confusion on her face. She hadn't ever smoked before, but she did want to try. She shook her head no, earning a chuckle from Vance as he gestured for her to follow him. She got up and followed him, wondering where they were headed. 

     "Did you have to put your name on his arm?" She asked softly, wondering why he had done it. She didn't understand the point of it. She looked up at him as he shrugged. She furrowed her eyebrows at his response but didn't push it any further. She thought back to the fight and how violent Vance had been. If she was honest with herself, which she wasn't, she would have admitted how stunning he had looked as he fought. But she tried not to think about that. 

     "It helps," he mumbled, almost too low for her to hear what he had said. She looked up at him, waiting for him to continue with his train of thought. "It leaves a message, less people fuck with you afterwards," he finished. She nodded, understanding where he was coming from. It seemed to work at least. 

     She playfully shoved him, trying to lighten the mood between them. "I think they got the message before then," she teased, smirking at him as he chuckled with a nod. He had definitely earned the reputation that he had around here. Vance led her to his house, quickly making his way inside. She followed, closing the door behind her. They made their way to his bedroom which was a little messy but it suited him. Band posters hung on the wall, small memorabilia covered his dressers and desk. 

     She moved to sit in the chair by his desk as he began to hunt for something. She looked around his room, just trying to see what all was there when Vance came back, an evil grin on his face as he held up a clear bag that held a couple of joints in it. She looked between him and the bag, a nervous smile on her face. This was going to be fun, right?