The pinball machine ( Vance X reader )

•whats love?•

(A/n) IM BACK BITCHES😘😘😘

Y/n pov:
I woke up, so sick and tired of everything that's been going on. At least today I didn't have to go to school because of my dentist appointment. "Get ready for school" my dad screeched from the kitchen, "I have my dentist appointment remember!" I yelled back in confusion. "Oh yeah I forgot to tell you I canceled it." He yelled back.

No no noooooooooooo. I hate that crusty old mother fucker. I get ready for the days and put on some slight makeup. I walk out the door slamming it, I got into my car and drove to school while smoking some 🍃🍃🍃(iykyk). I parked at school and put out the bud, I see Vance and his gang standing in front of the school.

My face was blank on the outside but on the inside I was screaming. He gave me that stupid little smirk. I clench my fist so hard I have nail marks in my skin. (It's giving riverdale). I trotted into the school trying to avoid my locker, the word just kept replaying in my head, slut. Slut.. slut.

I wanted to tell the principal but they wouldn't do anything, plus I'm not a snitch. I go to class with my backpack so I didn't see my locker. I sit down and realize Donnas not here today. Fuck. "Ok class, today we'll be doing our group work, so get with your partners" Vance starts walking over here. "Hey slut" he says  sitting down next to me. I ignore him. But I couldn't ignore the word, slut. Slut. Slut. I hate that word.

"So your just gonna ignore me?" He chuckled. I didn't answer him. "Fine then." He said in a mischievously tone. I didn't think anything of it in-till I felt this excruciating pain in my thigh. I squealed. I look down and see Vance carving something into my thigh with his switchblade. I try not to cry but I can't help it. It hurts so bad. He cleans the blood up with his vest. I look down at my thigh. *slut* carved into my thigh with pretty handwriting. He got up and left class.

Not like the teacher would care though.

—time skip—
I leave class and head to lunch, I see finney but no robin. I sit down with him, "not hungry?" He says noticing I didn't have any food. "Not really." I replied. I see Vance coming up in the corner of my eye. "Still ignoring me?" The words came out of his mouth with a annoying tone. I rolled my eyes.

"FINE BE LIKE THAT YOU FAT DYKE RITCH BITCH!!!!" He yelled, the whole cafeteria looked over and started laughing at me. My eyes felt like a pool, my face was burning and my throat felt like it had a lump in it. "WHAT THE ACTUALLY FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM VANCE, ALL YOU DO IS MAKE MY LIFE FUCKING MISERABLE, ITS NOT MY FUCKING FAULT YOUR DAD LEFT YOU, IF I WERE HIM I PROBABLY WOULD OF LEFT YOU TO!!!!!" I yell, not realizing the words coming out of my mouth.

"Dyke." He softly said. I tried to throw a punch but he caught my wrist, he started twisting it. It hurt so goddamn bad I didn't know what to do so I kicked him in his dick. He let go and fell to the floor. I got on him and started punching him, he flipped me over though and started wrecking my face. A teacher comes and pulls him off of me. The guard throws us outside of the school.

I got up and stared walking, I could see him following me in the corner of my eye but at this point I didn't care. I arrive at the park and sit on the swing, he sits on the swing next to me.

I stay silent and reach in bag, my hands still bloody same with my face, I grab the 🍃🍃🍃 out of my bag and roll up a joint. I light it up, and place it in my mouth. I hand it to Vance, he took it from my hand and gave it back.

—-an hour later—-
Me and Vance were high out of  our minds after smoking 3 joints. "Hey y/n." He says to me. "Yeah Vance" I reply. "I think I love you.." he says in a husky tone.

"What's love.."