𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ~ 𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿

II

after what felt like hours of deciding an outfit with my indecisive self, I got dressed in a tight black top, a size too small, and baggy jeans, two sizes too big. perfect. I throw on my worn out pair of converse and make my way down stairs to be stopped by my brother.

"hello sister." he says oddly serious and I shrug out of his loose grip.

"why hello quinn." I respond cheerfully and begin to walk away from him but he stops me once more.

"whatttt! I gave you your coat back!" I whine in annoyance and cross my arms over my chest.

"I'm aware amara, but you didn't bring me my snacks." he explains and I open my mouth in realisation.

"they had nothing there." I lie forming a straight line with my mouth.

"bullshit!" he says and grabs his car keys, i follow him, desperately wanting a ride to school.

"fine, fine! wait up!" i insist grabbing his shoulder and attention before he can step into his car, "I'll check today after school." I say sweetly with a genuine smile, knowing fully well I won't bother even peeking into that store.

"you better." he says once last time before driving away.

"YOU DICK!" i scream and kick the ground.

as i walk to school, which luckily wasn't as bad as i had initially thought, cheers and yells erupt from a very obvious crowd in front of school. due to my nosiness taking the best of me, I nudge through the crowd and see a tanned boy with dark luscious hair, probably more well kept than mine. he repetitively throws punches and swings at a not so well kept boy who already has half his teeth knocked out. as the crowd grows more wild, people start to push and nudge for a better view, knowing my shit luck i trip over someones foot. before I know it, I lose my balance and fall forward into the fight just when the long haired boy no longer has a grip on the beaten up corpse.

i basically collapse into the bloody kid whose face angers.

the boy with bloody teeth growls at me for pushing into him and suddenly swings towards me once, luckily he misses but with the second punch he sends my head spinning. luckily, before I moved here, my brother taught me many things about kickboxing. i jab him hard in the side of his jawline and cross towards the other side before sending a snap kick right in his stomach.

hes sent to the floor, almost unconscious.

I earn many cheers from the crowd, and all of a sudden the fight is over and people begin to disperse. I look at the tanned boy beside me with a bloody grin and he extends his hand for me to shake.

"weird way to meet, but im robin!" I shake his hand and grin.

"amara! who was that?" I respond as we walk towards the building which I assume is the school.

"moose. the biggest hijo de puta who fucks around with my best friend. he deserved that shit." he explains.

"holy shit. why's everyone here all fighty, in my old school we had a fight once a year." i say in shock gaining him to laugh.

"yeah well, you know some good moves though." robin compliments and I smile thankfully.

as he leads me to the office to get my new time table, we get to know each other even more. luckily, we have PE first period together so I'll know someone.

luckily, i packed a pair of shorts and sport top in case we'd have to do some sport.

we all head out to the field and i scan the people in my class. i mentally groan when my eyes meet with the same icy ones shooting daggers at me. he scoffs to himself when he notices me and his jaw twitches in annoyance. i quickly gulp and avert my attention to robin and finney, who robin introduced me earlier to.

"today, we'll be playing some soccer! isn't that fun!" our teacher says ecstatically earning annoyed groans and some curses, "alright then, with an attitude like that, i'll be picking teams." she finally says.

as she does so, robin and i get sent many looks of confusion, maybe because of the fat bruise on my cheek from moose and the state of robin's knuckles. as the teacher reaches us, her eyes look to my cheek and fall to my friends hands.

"what the hell happened here?" she asks sternly, the whole class go silent, nosy for more gossip. for a millisecond i catch the blonde boys gaze at me.

"nothing." robin quickly says, and clears his throat, the teacher looks unconvinced.

"right then." she drops the subject and puts us three in a team together with another few people.

"TEAM RED!" she points at my group, "TEAM BLUE!" she then points at the blonde boys group, causing the rest of my team to look scared as shit, "YOURE UP FIRST!"

"what's the big deal with them anyway?" i whisper to finney as we walk to the pitch.

"they're bullies. the blonde one, vance hopper, if you tackle him he'll literally kick the ball through your skull." he exaggerates in fear, i giggle at his state and he smiles nervously before jogging.

so his name is vance, not that i care but still, better know for his death note.

the game begins, and i death stare vance and he does too.

"you bitch." he mimes at me. i let out a laugh and flip him off.

let the game begin.