Screw you, Vance Hopper! |Fem OC x Vance Hopper|

Chapter 3 |Violent Vance|

Vance's Pov

It's another shitty day, it's extra shitty because I can't stop thinking about Grace. She's so perfect and I hate it. She's pretty, kind, badass, knows how and when to kick ass, and smart. She's my dream girl, I want her, I need her, I want her to be mine. There's just one problem...She hates me. I really want to hate Grace but I don't know if I can.

I'm currently walking to Grab 'n go so I can play pinball and forget about the world.

As I walk into Grab 'n go all eyes are me, I hate it. I hate how everyone just assumes I'm a monster just because I've gotten in a few fights. I give them what they want now, they want a monster, well now they have one. This town has really destroyed me, I can't wait to leave this shithole. I walk over to my pinball machine and shove a quarter in it. I watch as the silver ball shoots up, as the ball gets close to one of my paddles I press the button on the side of the machine and the paddle shoots the ball back up.

After awhile I end up dropping the ball, which means I lose. I get pissed so I punch the pinball machine. I look at my hand, to see crimson red blood and glass all over my hand.

Fuck.

I see the store manager coming towards me, I quickly run out of the store so I don't get in trouble. Blood's dripping onto the street as I run to my house. I know my Dad isn't home right now because when I left he was also leaving to go to a bar.

I open the door to my empty, depressing house. My house is so dull. That's another thing I envy about Grace, her whole house is so bright, happy, and colorful, just like her. I walk through my house until I reach my room, I walk inside only to see the mess I left. Old posters on the walls, holes in the walls, my unmade bed. Why do I have to be this way, why can't I be like Grace, or even better Bruce. He totally has a thing for her, he's her best friend, I wish I was Bruce. He's perfect for Grace, he's every girls dream boyfriend.

Bruce has his life together.

I don't.

Bruce plays sports.

I don't.

Bruce gets good grades.

I don't.

Bruce doesn't get into fights.

I do.

Bruce is close to Grace.

I'm not.

Bruce has a thing for Grace.

So do I.

And I know she won't pick me, who would?

No one would actually. I'm a monster in their eyes, but I'm actually a kid that just has shit parents who never taught me how to act. I look down to see blood still dripping down my hand, I sigh. I quickly get the first aid from under my bed and open it. I look at my hand to see the best way to approach the situation. With my bare fingers I start to pull all the glass out of my hand, one by one.

It hurts like hell.

I finally removed all the glass, I start putting ointments on my hand. As each drop falls on my hand, a new sound comes out of my mouth. I wrap my hand up and I try not to move it much. I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, I start to think about when they're gonna fix the pinball machine. I kinda regret what I did, but it's whatever.

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I'm driving to the drive in because they're playing the chainsaw massacre, and it's a really good movie. As I park, I notice a familiar car parked one car away from me. I notice Grace is in the car including all her friends and brother. They're all sitting in the back of the car. I roll down my window to only hear Grace laughing. Her laugh sounds like music to my ears.

If only I could make her laugh like that.

No. Fuck that. I hate her, I hate everything about her. Her laugh sounds like a dying cat, her brown hair looks like shit, her brown eyes are ugly.

I snap out of my thoughts and I decide I should get some snacks. As I'm walking to go get snacks, I notice Grace and Robin were in front of me, I could hear what they were saying.

"Why didn't you tell me, Vance is the reason why you have bruises on you knee!" Robin says frustrated.

Oh.

"He didn't do it Robin relax!" Grace says.

What? Why is she lying?

"If I find out he did this to you, I'm gonna beat his ass." Robin confidently says.

I think Robin sounds a little too confident, time to hurt his ego.

"If you can." I smirk. Robin and Grace turn around to see me, Robin looks pissed while Grace looks shocked.

"What the hell are you doing here Vance." Robin says through his teeth.

"Wow, someone has their panties up in a bunch."

"Fuck you." I can tell that I'm gonna have some fun with this.

"Guys stop! You literally sound like children right now!" Grace says trying to make us stop fighting.

It didn't work.

"I'm only here to humble Robin, after I finish humbling him I'll leave you be." I say with a smirk.

"Come on Robin, lets go." Grace says trying to ease up the tension that is building up.

"Sorry Grace, I want to deal with este hijo de puta" Robin says.

What the fuck did he just say? I have no clue what he said to me, but from the tone of his voice I knew it isn't very good.

"Por qué, esto no vale la pena." (Why this isn't worth it) Grace says.

My eyes grow wide and so does Robin.

"Are you fucking telling me you can speak Spanish! You could've showed me at a better time, cause right now I'm about to kick Vance Hopper's ass."

Oh game on!

"Lets do this pretty boy." I say as I step closer to Robin. Robin smirks and swings, I duck making him miss. I quickly return the punch, making it hit his face. Robin stumbles, almost falling on the ground. Robin swings once again, he smiles as his fist comes in contact with my face. I grunt as I gain my composure. I swing hitting Robin right in the nose, He stumbles backwards and lands on his ass. He's holding his nose as blood drips from it.

I walk over to Robin to finish the job, but Grace stops me, "Vance! Stop, please!" Grace desperately says.

"Fine. But this is a warning Robin, don't get so cocky." I say as I back away. I start walking away and I don't look back, I really want to though. I don't know if Grace is really mad at me, but I guess I'll find out tomorrow.