BRANCE + RINNEY

Brance - Bully. (Part 1)

Vance was in love. He was so, very much in love. There was one teeny tiny problem with Vance being in love though. He didn't know how to express how he felt. The only thing he knew how to do was tease, fight, and bully people. So that's what he did.

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No One's PoV

Bruce was scared. Scared of being alone at school. He always stuck by Finney throughout the day, the other boy understanding how Bruce felt. Constantly being a target of bullying. Although, unlike Finney, Bruce was a victim to only ONE bully.

Vance Hopper.

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Finney and Bruce were leaned up on the wall next to their classroom. They had 3 minutes until the bell rang so they decided to just come out of the class and talk.

"So Bruce, how's.. y'know." Finney asked hesitantly. He looked at Bruce with a sense of pity, as well as empathy. After all, Finney has been experiencing what Bruce has been going through for a couple years now. The tall dark-haired boy pointed his eyes to Finney. "No different than the last time we talked Finn." Bruce answered, his voice shaking slightly. He felt tears prick the corners of his eyes but he didn't let them fall. He wouldn't let them fall. Finney chose to not say anything, not wanting to add onto Bruce's sadness. The bell rang loudly, scaring both boys but also signaling them to head back into the classroom. The two boys quickly made their way to their desks in the front and middle row. Finney was directly behind Bruce. That was the only thing that brought comfort to Bruce in his class. Knowing Finney was right behind him, both emotionally and physically.
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3rd period was now over and Bruce was heading to lunch. Usually him and Finney would sit together outside, but it seems as if Finney had other plans today. Bruce looked around the small grassy field trying to find his friend. He was about to start walking to a nearby tree to eat his lunch, alone, when he felt a strong grip on his shoulder.

Vance.

Bruce cautiously turned around to face the person who's hand was on his shoulder. Vance's blue eyes pierced through Bruce like a knife. Bruce was scared shitless. "Where's your friend?" Vance asked with a smirk. The other boy tried to gulp his fear down to the deepest deaths of his stomach. It didn't work. "I don't know where he is." Bruce said in all honesty. He really wished his friend was here. "Liar." Vance said, his voice becoming slightly louder. Bruce's hands started shaking. He mentally told himself not to have a panic attack. Not now. He looked down at his shoes. "Look at me when I talk to you." Vance said, a small bit of spit flying out his mouth. He pushed the tray Bruce was carrying out of his hands and onto the grassy surface below his feet. Bruce flinched, backing up out of instinct. Vance stepped closer, moving his mouth towards Bruce's ear.

"Lie to me again, you'll be in big trouble."

Vance walked away, leaving the other boy shaking and on the verge of sobbing his eyes out. Bruce forgot about the tray that was previously dropped on the floor as he gathered himself, along with his school materials, and left to the nurse.

As soon as Bruce got in the room covered with yellow walls and floral stickers, he felt slightly more at ease. He sighed, dropping his things on one of the 'patient' beds and sat down. A blue curtain, which contained images of dogs and cats, hung next to the brown leather bed Bruce was seated on. The dark haired boy stood up, walked to the curtain, and pulled it around the bed. The curtain enveloped the leather bed and Bruce who, once again, sat down atop of it. He suddenly began to cry. The nurse had left to fill out some paperwork shortly after Bruce came in. Remembering this information, Bruce began crying harder. His stomach felt like it was turning inside out. He cried until his eyes hurt and his nose was stuffed. Until his head was pounding, begging him to stop letting the tears fall. But Bruce found it unbelievably hard to stop the tears from falling. He repeatedly asked the same question to himself.

"What am I doing wrong?"
"What is wrong with ME?"