new boy bet. (brance)

[part two]

During the following week, Bruce had only ever tried talking to Vance. He always walked away from him, or just ignored him.

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"Tomorrow the week is officially over. You know what you've got to do," Aaron told Vance, smirking at him.

"Shut up, I know. How the fuck has he not heard a single thing? He didn't even what the grab n' go was until today?" Vance complained, throwing his arms in the air.

"I haven't even seen him talking to anyone but you. He'd probably have heard that one knife fight if he talked to anyone. It's weird, honestly," Aaron spoke his thoughts.

"He's not weird. Just interesting, in a way," Vance defended. Aaron chuckled softly, "oh boy, I just know your real excited for tomorrow, and I don't mean that in a sarcastic way!"

"I don't know, he's been talking to me practically everyday, I don't see why he can't talk with anyone else," Vance scoffed, glaring over to where Bruce was digging around his backpack in front of his locker.

"We don't have to do the bet anymore. You could call it off," Aaron said as he watched Vance staring at Bruce.

"Ha! Feeling a little jealous, Aaron?" Vance laughed, redirecting his gaze towards Aaron, who scoffed.

"No. Don't be insane. I'm just saying," said Aaron, punching Vances shoulder. "Yeah, whatever. No way I'm calling this off after a week," Vance stated.

Aaron shrugged in reply.

•(another time skip bc im too lazy to write out the boring details)•

It's a official, the week had been over. Vance figured by now Bruce had to have heard something, or anything. Yet in that day, Bruce hadn't spoke to him once. He gave up trying. Which means, Vance would have to start off their conversation, then befriend him. Two of the things he's worst at.

"Alright Vance, school's over, you gotta find him," Aaron told him. "I know," Vance mumbled, throwing his backpack of his shoulder.

Aaron walked alongside Vance out of the school, keeping an eye out for Bruce.

"He's there," Aaron pointed towards him. "Okay. You stay here, I'll be back. Hopefully," Vance said before walking to Bruce.

"Hey," Vance started off with. Bruce looked up at him. "When I told you I didn't have a number.. I do. If you still want it," Vance trailed off, holding up his phone.

"Yeah! Thank you! Why'd you change your mind?" Bruce took Vance's phone and typed in his number, then handed it back.

"Yeah.. That's not a reason you need to know," Vance said, dropping his phone in his pocket and turned around.

As he walked back to Aaron, he let a grin appear on his face.

"Gone well?" Aaron asked with a slight laugh. Vance chuckled slightly. "You could say that. Got his number," Vance kept his grin.

"Really? Great. Oh god, this is going to he hilarous, call me when you get home," Aaron said, patting Vance's shoulder before he left.

Aaron always walked home by himself, as Vance usually went to the grab n go.
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Bruce watched as Vance walked off. He was ecstatic from how Vance had changed his mind. On his walk home he had two things on his mind; vance hopper and him having his number.

Bruce noticed himself checking his phone nearly every five minutes. Even when he was home and up in his room doing homework, he still didn't get a message.

He was acting so obsessed as if he barely even knows the boy. Bruce couldn't concentrate on his homework, the only thing he was thinking was if Vance was never going to talk to him at all.