Whatever, it wasn't long until i realised he was looking at me too. So i just looked back to the teacher.
It was towards the end of class when Mr.Reeves announced that we had a test tomorrow. Honestly, what the fuck? Does this dumbass really think I can study this lame ass shit in one day?
" Vance! Since you were absent for a week, Bruce will be your tutor. " He said, looking at me and Bruce.
Bruce narrowed his eyebrows and just scoffed.
" Seriously, sir? Why me? " He demanded.
" You got a problem, Yamada? " i eyed him, crossing my arms.
" No, i just don't wanna be beaten the fuck up. "
He answered.
Bruce's POV
I said, looking back at Vance.
" Well, like it or not. You're tutoring Vance. " Mr.Reeves said.
I sighed, " Fine. "
***
The bell rang. My last class had just finished. I let out a relieved sigh, however i then realised that i had to tutor Vance.
I left the class, i started walking towards the school exit before somebody stepped in front of me to stop me from leaving the damn shithole.
And not to my surprise, it was Vance.
" Uh. About the tutoring, you can forget about it. " he said. I raised my eyebrow to this, obviously i don't wanna tutor him, but i also don't want him to fail every class and get held back.
" Uhm, actually- let's NOT forget about it. " i suggested.
He looked confused.
" I'm not a pussy like the rest of this shithole of a school. " i said, it was true, though.
" Woah... Since when was Bruce Yamada like this? " he asked, looking really confused.
" Doesn't matter, lets go." I sighed, continuing to walk towards the exit.
" Wait the fuck up for me, Yamada! "
Vance yelled as he speed walked behind me.
Authors Note:
Sorry for short chapter, i will make the next chapter longer!
no promises tho 💀
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Fanfic• Vance Hopper, a 15 year old boy who everyone fears, isn't exactly into girls as much as he thought he was into them. Bruce Yamada, the baseball star, golden boy of North Denver, has actually alot in common with Vance. ---------------------- • THIS...
