𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝|𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎|

𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛|𝟷|

Tw: Bad parents, slight mention of bodyshaming

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Bruce just woke up as he make his way to the bathroom, he brush his teeth, shower and styled his straight hair as he exited the restroom. He enter his room and took his phone "6:23 am.. school start at 7:40.." he choose to wore a loose shirt with tight jeans.
He made his way to the kitchen seeing his parents, he sat down at the table.

"Hi Mother, Father."
"Hi Bruce.. what do you want for breakfast?" Asked his mother with the most innocent beam on her face but knowing damn well that whatever he'd picked he'd be shamed for it.
"Nothing Mother, I'm fine thank you."
"Alright baby"
"I'll be heading out I have baseball practice."
"Alright Love, make sure to be the best."
"Yes mother..."

Bruce took his bag, baseball, jacket and went for his bicycle. He hopped on it and made his way to grab n' go, he didn't feel bad lying to his mother at least not until he'll get home..
Grab n' go was quit far from his house, his neighbour hood was perfect, no loud noises if they were it was a neighbour party they called it.. it's more of a 'compare my perfects childs' party. Bruce hated those! If he wasn't the most perfect one at this party he'd need to work harder and harder..
he arrived at grab n' go
He looked through the ailes to search for an apple or at least something he could eat fast.
He got to the back and saw the pinball machine. It wasn't on cause if it was he would have seen a certain blond guy
He never saw him to be honest.. just once when he was getting arrested at the entrance.

"Hello!" Bruce said enthusiastically
"Hi.... That I'll be 5$... cash or card...?" Asked the cashier visibly tired.
"Cash, here you go!" He gave 7$ didn't took change and got away waving goodbye at the weary cashier.

"Fucking bitch.." he whispered than rushed on his bicycle 'fuck it's 7:27 ! I'm gonna be late' he really wasn't gonna be late, he just needed to be the first one in school, he pedalled as fast as he could to school. 'it's 7:36.. oof..' he waited the last 4 minutes and entered the first one.
He got to class and said hi to his teacher while sitting at his usual sit in front. 'I look like a teacher's pet.. I mean I prefer being a teacher pet than an jackass' he thought while taking out his textbook.

He started writing, writing was something that appease him.. he looked at the window trying to find inspiration. He then looked a the door seeing three girls and two boys walk in.
The three girls were what people called « popular » ...
Then they were the two boys one had long brown blackish hair with a bandana and the other boy had shorter kinda curly hair with a bandaid on his cheek.

"Hii bruciii"
'Ugh fuck...' he thought "hi Mandy! What do you need ?" Asked bruce with a forged smile
"I need you bruci~" said Mandy with an obvious slick voice
"I'm sorry Mandy but I cannot provide that..."
"Oh your so cute bruci~" she uttered while giggling with her two other 'sluts..'
"Im glad you think so but I need to get back to my school extra work Mandy, see you later!" Said Bruce quickening the conversation
"See you bruci~!" Mandy stated swaying her hips going to sit at the back of the classe

'Fucking finally! I cannot stand her fucking slutty attitude!' Bruce continue writing as the class filled itself more and more. He then looked at the door 'oh lord.. not today!' He saw Vance, « pinball » Vance fucking Hopper and there is only one sit left and
...it's next to him...

"Hello mister Hopper I see that you'll join us today" said the teacher looking exhausted and stressed that she might set something that'll trigger him.
"Whatever, where's my sit ?" He asked
ˋOh lord spare me..'  Bruce begged in his head
"Oh well there is a sit open next to... Bruce Yamada" grinned miss tricolane
"You mean that golden whore ?" Cussed out the blonde boy.
"Language and yeah I mean mister Yamada" she grinned tilting her head towards me "can you raise your hand  Bruce ?" She questioned him, Bruce nodded and raised his hand, he came sitting by Bruce.

"Hey cumwipe , give me a pencil"
"What do you even go to school for..?" I mumbled and gave him a pence while smiling brightly.
"Thanks"

Bruce took in Vance's features, he had blue eyes, a 'dad bod' as people call it under his black tank-top. He also has a lot of bruises on his knuckles, shoulder and on his cheeks.

"Why you keep staring ? Yer gay or something ?" Said Vance looking unfazed
"No, I'm sorry for making your uncomfortable" said Bruce smiling « worriedly »
"Whatever."

Bruce smiled then turned his attention back to the board. 'He's so disgusting. I can't believe he has to sit beside me. I just want to ripe his face apart and get that shit-eating grin down the hill' Bruce thought while looking weirdly happy. 'I shouldn't think about that, i have a baseball match tonight. If I loose I'm dead.'

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Huh- hello :) I hope this chapitre will make it for Christmas ! Anyway happy Christmas to everyone.. I hope you had great gifts 🎁
This is one of my first story ! I'm sorry for the chapitre not being as long as expected nor as interesting but it's mostly a prologue....
Anyway I hope you like both of my impression of the characters ! I'm open to criticism, I'm sorry for the possible grammar error it's not my first language 😅

Happy Christmas  and New Years  ❤️🎄