hey guys i'm really bored so i'm writing this
i hate gays btw trust
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Vance's POV:
Why the fuck is he so, him? He's the dictionary definition of the perfect guy.
"I fucking hate you, Bruce Yamada." I mutter while standing under the bleachers at his current baseball game, I may have muttered it but I notice some of his teammates look at me. I flip them the bird and threw my cigarette on the ground, stomping on it while crossing my arms. I look back up and notice Bruce is up batting, his stance perfect and obviously ready for the Blake boy to throw the ball. I heard about him a lot, rumors say he's gay. 'Whatever' I shrug and continue to watch Bruce in awe. Everything about him made me so fucking jealous, his smile, his perfect hair, his grades, the endless amount of love his parents give him and his sister, the way he presents his projects leaving in details of his culture, why can't I be like that?
Oh wait.
I'm Vance Hopper.
It's too late to be pretty and perfect, everyone is already scared of me now so what's the point of flipping everyones minds? Just as I stand up straight to leave I hear wood hitting a ball. "He hit it." I mumble before looking back to Bruce, I see him and his teammates cheering while the other team looks disappointed. I walk by their benches as I leave, hearing them gossip about me.
"I heard Vance Hopper talking about you, he said something like..'I fucking hate you, Bruce Yamada.' I stop and peek my head over the fence to listen to them,
"Yeah yeah! He was also watching you creepily, watch out Brucey." He gave a playful nudge, "He might get you." I look to see the worried expression on Bruce's face. I could honestly care less about what they're saying, until I hear Bruce's response...
"Actually? Please say you're joking. You know how I've been talking about wanting to be friends with him." What?
I step back and it catches the eye of some of his teammates, eyes wide before I storm off. What the fuck? Pretty, Athletic, Honors, Soon-to-be valedictorian Bruce Yamada wants to be friends with delinquent Vance Hopper? Impossible. As I'm walking I hear a bike riding next to me with a panting Bruce Yamada. 'Speak of the devil.' I think to myself as I try to pay no attention,
That's not gonna work out.
"What is it, Yamada?" I don't even look at him as I speak, hopefully he's not all about respect like his annoying fucking parents are. "I'm sorry about my teammates gossiping, I don't really care if you hate me but I'm just wondering why you were staring. I took a couple glances at you and I saw you staring." He was breathing quite heavily after he spoke, after a bit of a pause I stopped walking which resulted in him to stop pedalling. "Doesn't everyone stare at you? Why are you surprised? Every girl on those bleachers could possibly faint if you even looked in their direction, stay away from me, Bruce." I continue to walk faster, with an unnoticeable side glance I see him standing next to his bike, head down and a sigh.
W-Why do I feel bad?"
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yeah first chapter ig 🤭🤭
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