takin' what's not yours

4

REBEL REBEL, YOUR FACE IS A MESS REBEL REBLE, HOW COULD THEY KNOW

THE LUNCH TIME BELL SHOT AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT THROUGH SCHOOL, a sound y/n was more then satisfied to hear the sharp sound as despite being in school for only four of the eight hours, she was already seeing stars.

The bleachers lay dented due to y/n taking place upon them to eat her food. She often liked to watch baseball practice, not that her boyfriend attended. Yet she met another boy 'finney' she believed his name was despite the two were on eating lunch together terms. She'd often just awkwardly speak about her limit knowledge of baseball and hope
finney would be able to keep the conversation going yet to no avail.

" VANCE HOPPER IS GETTING INTO A FIGHT COME QUICK "

the loud ring of a boys voice disturbed the tranquility of the few that occupied the field.

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"what the fuck do you think you're doing acting like that with my girlfriend?" Bruce's belligerent voice spoke just below a shout as the slammed vance into a row of identical scarlet lockers.

Vance leaned his head back with a smirk taking place proudly on his expression. The piercing cold lockers raised Vance's hair and tarnished him with goosebumps.

"i haven't spoken to olivia today, bruce?" vances tone was brazen as he watched the anger boil up in the baseball player in front of him. Watching bruce yamada crumble into a frustrated mess was satisfactory.

Bruce's hands, which were now formed into a fist, slammed into the locker above vances head. The boy was now clearly seething with anger which was ready to bubble over at any moment.

"don't act stupid vance. With y/n. what the hell were you doing with y/n" bruce's voice was now tethering over a shout which made the two boys gather a crowd.

"gee sorry bruce, you're just such a casanova i didn't know she was 'yours' but don't bogart!" with bruce's anger rising by each moment was so vances amusement, clearly not taking the so called 'heat' of the moment that serious.

Bruce laughed in frustration before shoving vance further into the locker causing the crowd to holler mummers of "ohh" or "damn". Bruce's sudden aggression made vances attitude which in a second.

"dont you even fucking put your hands on me again man." vance immediately took to pushing bruce back and standing back up from his previous leaned position.

Bruce stumbled back, despite him being strong he never got into his fight so his skills were partial. Hardly getting his balance back as vance threw the first punch.

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Y/n and Finney had finally scattered inside towards the end of bruce and vances fight. Y/n found herself clinging onto finneys arm in excitement as she watched hard firsts being thrown in the two boys faces.

Of course, she knew it was wrong to be exhilarated at the sight of a fight. Let alone it being her own boyfriend. But by the looks
of it he was clearly loosing.

Bruce's face looked slightly more puffed up then it did just four hours ago, and that was only noticeable if you could look past the mass of blood that built up from the bloody nose and of course wherever else it was coming from.

Y/n's eyes subconsciously drifted to vance. Despite it being inexact she couldn't help but notice how his hair was now tousled, the way his knuckles became more and more and harmed as he aimed knock out worthy punches towards bruce. And of course the minimal yet still notable and weirdly attractive blood that was situated on his face

surely it was wrong to find another boy attractive as he beats down on your boyfriend? y/n's head ran with shame as she was more concentrated on vance wether then wondering if her boyfriend, who was clearly on the loosing side, was okay.

just as fast as it started the fight ended. Bruce's entourage of girls started pandering all over him and making a fuss while taking him away. Yet instead of following the crowd of girls following her boyfriend.

she ran after vance.