Vance's POV
I kissed him.
He wrapped his arms around me.
He pulled away after 2 minutes, damn.
"I'm so sorry." i slowly scoot away, embarrassed.
he just shook his head. "No.. I am."
he placed his hand on his face, i could tell he was weirded out.
"I'm so sorry, i'm gonna go. Good luck with the test, Vance." he quickly stood up and left.
I nod, i couldn't blame him. He's probably disgusted. I'm disgusting.
When he left my room i could feel tears forming in my eyes.
The tears rolled down my face, why did i do that? Bruce was the only person that wasn't scared of me. And now i ruined that.
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The next day
I didn't feel like going to school, today. However i knew that i had to go or else i'd be held back, and i didnt want to waste a whole semester just to get held back. So i decided to suck it up and keep a low profile, after the kiss, i don't even know if Bruce told everyone that I, Vance Hopper, was a f@g.
I was wearing a grey hoodie with black strings, i pulled the hoodie over me and walked across the hallway to my English class.
Nobody really batted an eye on me, so that was good. However i did notice Bruce glaring at me, he didn't look disgusted, but he looked.. Unsure.
I walked to English class, before i entered the room, somebody tapped my shoulder.
I turned around to see Bruce, he inhaled sharply before saying:
"Meet me after school, at your house."
Before i could say anything, he just walked past me to enter the class.
Why would he wanna see me after school? Especially after the kiss?
English went by really quickly, to my surprise. However i knew History would be the total opposite, when the bell rang i quickly got up from my seat and started to head to the history class.
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«• Rebellious Love. • Brance •»
Fanfiction• 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...
