The Black Phone Short Stories

"Nothing to love about him" -Vance

As I'm waking through the school halls, I hear all the popular girls looking at me and then looking away and laughing when they catch me look back at them. What was their problem? Maybe it was because I got paired up with the asshole, pinball Vance. I sigh and walk to class. I say bye to my sister, Donna and her friend Finney. Well, I know they're more than friends. I know that they like each other. It's so obvious it's painful. I walk into class with my bag slung over my shoulder. I drop my bag down on the floor once I get to my desk and get out my books. The first minute or so was going good until Vance walks in. He hates me, might I add. He bullies me quite a lot. My thoughts were interrupted with my head taking a sharp jolt back. I look up and see Vance. He's pulling my hair, forcing me to look up at him.

"Happy to see me?" He took a seat and let go of my hair after a few tugs at it. This is going to be a long year.

"In your dreams. No one's happy to see you"

"Oh please all the women drool over me"

"Sureee-.." He took my pen out of my hand "Hey asshole give that back"

"No. Why should I?"

"Because it's my pen" I exaggerated the word 'my'.

"My pen now" He smirked. God I hate him so much.

I pulled another pen out of my pencil case and made notes. I felt eyes on me. Who would be staring at me? I'm not popular at all. No one really likes me. The boys don't care about me. If I don't get in their way, they won't get in my way. Simple as that. And well, the girls don't really like me now that I've been paired with this prick. What's all the hype about anyways? There's nothing to love about him. Absolutely fuck all. Apart from his half-decent hair. He probably doesn't take care of it right. He probably has lice but he wouldn't know because of the birds nest on his head.

I looked around and saw moose, the bully staring at me. Ew. I flipped him off and carried on with my work. I hate moose. He bullied Finney, who I see as my younger brother fyi. I'd beat up moose if I could. But the thing is, I can't fight for shit. Even if my life depended on it. So I just leave the fighting to Robin.

"Give me your notes" Vance stabbed me with MY pen.

"Ow- no fuck you. Make your own" I shoved the notes into my bag.

"Fucking give them to me or I'll stab you with a knife instead of a pen, bitch" he mumbled so only I could hear it

"Why are you so agressive fucking hell. Take them then" I passed him the notes, basically shoving them in his face. He put the notes in his bag and walked out of class. I got my shit together and followed him.

"Are you not even going to say thank you?!"

"What do you expect me to say? Awh thanks so much darling I'll love and cherish you forever" he mocked me

"No. I just wanted a thank you. I gave you 4 pages full of notes."

He slammed his locker shut and walked off. Typical Vance if you ask me. I don't know what I expected, asking him for a thank you. I rolled my eyes and left for the group meet up spot. I walked up to Donna, Finney and Robin. I feel bad for Robin. Always third wheeling.

"Hey guys!" I smiled

"Y/n! Hi! How was first period with Vance?" Donna drew her attention away from flirting with Finney and onto me.

"Shit. As always. Words can't describe how much I hate him"

She let out a laugh. I'm only one year older than Donna and the rest of her friends, so I'm not a weirdo for hanging around with youngers. I put my bag on the floor and sigh. The bell goes and I get up. I say goodbye and leave for my next lesson. As I'm walking through the halls with my head down, I see a shadow come over me. I look up and see none other than Vance. I sigh under my breath.

"What do you want Vance?" I rolled my eyes at the sight of him.

"I wanted to get your number" he said with confidence.

"Um.. why?"

"Because I just want your number. Since we're lab partners now I thought that we might as well get along." He plastered a fake and forced smile onto his face. Since when did he smile?! And since when was he actually nice to me?! "If I can't get yours- at least take mine" he passed me a scrunched up piece of paper with abit of blood on it. I took it and gave him a weird look. I noticed his knuckles all bloodied up.

"Hey what happened to your knuckles?"

"None of your business bitch" There's the Vance I know. The overly aggressive, dickhead. "Tell anyone about this and I'll slit your throat" he walked off, barging past me as he did. He's so extra.

"We have the same class, idiot where are you going"

He stopped in his tracks and turned around. He gave me a dirty look and walked into class, barging into me again. I followed him in. I sat next to Vance, and pulled out my notes. I put the scrunched up piece of paper in my pocket. I sat up and saw Vance copying my notes. I snatched the paper away from him. "Make your own notes asshole"

"Fuck you, bitch" he snapped at me.

Class went by slow. But the day went decently fast. I walked home with Donna, Finney and Gwen. It was a Friday so Gwen went to Suzie's. Finney was coming over to ours to have dinner. Once I got home I immediately went up to my room. I threw my bag on the floor and pulled the note out of my pocket. I opened it and it read

'*a number* -Vance'

I have a weird feeling about this. I sighed and put the number into my phone and let it ring. It rang a few times before someone answered.

"Hello?" Their voice didn't sound similar at all.

"Hi um- is Vance there?"

"Sure one second- VANCE!! ITS FOR YOU!! He should be down in a minute"

"Thanks.." I moved the phone away from my ear little as his scream was loud. After a minute I heard a familiar voice on the receiving end this time.

"What the fuck do you want?"