Brance - Bully. (Part 3)

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by itsuwa1

by itsuwa1

Bruce threw the door to the diner open, panting with a hand on his stomach. He got a few concerning stares, a whisper here and there, but he didn't care. He needed to sit down.

"Bruce! Over here!" Finney had called out amongst all the whispers that were bouncing between the walls. Bruce's head turned slightly to the right. All the way in the back of the diner, Finney sat with a smile on his face. Bruce quickly walked to Finney, in which the younger boy gave him a confused look.

"I think Vance is following me."

Bruce's hands found their way into his, now clean and free of small objects, hair. He softly gripped a handful of hair and sighed. Finney was staring at him, waiting for an explanation on what he had just said. He also wanted an explanation on many other things involving the dark-haired boy. Bruce started to explain what had happened with him. He started from that day at school 2 weeks ago. Finney's face went from a look of worry, to anger, then to sympathy. Just as Finney was about to speak, the door to the diner flew open once more.

"Yamada!"

Bruce instantly froze. "Fuck." he thought. Finney, on the other hand, got up from his side of the booth the boys shared and quickly got next to Bruce. "Finney what are you-" Bruce started but was cut off. "Just be quiet." Finney replied quickly. Bruce shut up. Loud footsteps were heard, approaching the two boys who were now sitting side by side.

"Move Blake."
"No."

A fist slammed on the table. Bruce flinched. Hard.

"I said move damn it."
"No. You mess with Bruce, you mess with me Hopper."

Then it was silent. Vance was staring at Bruce who had started shaking and sniffling. Finney grabbed Bruce's hand. Gripping it, as if he was reassuring Bruce that everything was okay. The tall, dark-haired boy looked up at Vance. A choked sob escaping his throat. Vance wanted to hug him.

He wanted to say sorry.

Vance seemed to have zoned out, he blinked and both Bruce and Finney were gone. The diner's door was lightly swinging back and forth.

Shit.