>One Shots< // >The Black Phone<

Polar Opposites//Brance

Summary:
The Grabber doesn't exist in this story

Vance and i are complete opposite people!
we have nothing in common!
yet i'm getting shipped with this bozo.

i roll my eyes as the teacher pairs us up, AGAIN,  for a partner project.

Tw//Mature Language

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Vance PoV:

i was sitting in History when the teacher paired me up with Bruce, AGAIN! for a partner project. i heard him scoff silently beside me. not that i like being paired up with him either, still hurts when he makes it known.

i roll my eyes and hand him a note i had written already knowing i was going to be paired with him.

'mine?'

he took it from me, quickly read it and wrote back a short note.

'yeah sure,'

the bell rang for the end of period. i was hoping the day would go by fast. Bruce hates working with me as 'i make him do all the work' fucking ass.

i stare out of the window during science, it's the most BORING CLASS. the teacher drones on and on, we take notes and then we leave, there's no practical work!!

finally the bell rings for the end of school. i walk out and wait for Bruce.

Bruce PoV:

Vance and i are complete opposite people! we have nothing in common! yet i'm getting shipped with this bozo.

i roll my eyes as the teacher pairs us up, AGAIN, for a partner project.

all the kids around us give us googly eyes and make kissing sounds. i scoff. it pisses me off that i'm getting shipped with Vance Hopper 'the most feared kid in the state' if they knew how he was in real time, they wouldn't be scared of him.

the teacher kept explaining the topic and write about 'a famous politician and what they did to change the world'

it's quite boring really.

the bell rang for the period to be over. and i headed to my next.

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the bell rang again to signal the end of the day. i walked outside and saw Vance already waiting for me. i walked over to him.

'hey,' i said.

'sup,' he replied.

with that we turned and walked to his house, in silence.
we arrived at 144, a brick house, quite dull. his uncles never, ever, home.

sometimes i feel bad for him. he has no one looking after him he has to do everything for himself.

he unlocks his front door and walks in holding it open for me. i follow in after and he closes the door behind us. i lead him up to his room.

he closes his door behind us and opens a window in his room. we sit down on his bed and start the project.

'which political figure should we do?' he asks me.