Y/n L/n. A girl from a broken family, a rockstar, and a total teenage dirtbag who's not afraid to get into a fight at a rooftop party.
Vance Hopper. A boy from a broken family, and a total teenage dirtbag who's not afraid to fight a grown man in the...
Once again, my alarm screams at me. I flip over to turn it off, and end up flipping completely off of my bed.
I whine as my alarm clock falls to the floor and I smash my hand onto it, shutting the beeping off.
I groggily get up and walk over to my vanity, observing the bruises left on my eye and nose. Some are on my hand from trying to fight back.
I throw on some mascara really quick and pick some clothes out of my closet.
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As I was changing, I decided to walk to school by myself. It probably would have been awkward after last night if I didn't.
Time skip to when ur at school💋
Luckily, we don't have assigned seats in my first hour class, so I got to move away from the weirdos that were talking to me yesterday.
I've made the decision to just not let what happened last night bother me enough to make me an Emo ass crying pathetic little bitch today.
Surprisingly, Vance shows up to class at usual time that everyone else does. Unsurprisingly, the only desk left in the classroom is right next to me.
He sits down in the chair folded beneath the desk, and I notice something on his face. A bruise on his nose. The bruise is on the same place I have mine.
Just then, he looks over at me.
"The fuck are you staring at?" He asks, a faint scowl on his face. I watch him observe my face as I did his. I'm assuming he's also looking at my bruises.
"We have matching bruises on our noses." I say softly, smiling at him and pointing to my nose. He softly shakes his head, his face now a look of admiration. He turns back to the front of the class to look at the white wall and zone out.
I laugh as the teacher walks into the room and begins to give the class a long lecture about school things.
Vance's POV:
"What the fuck are you looking at?" I ask Y/n. I begin to observe her face, as she has bruises on her eye and nose that weren't there last night.
She pauses for a moment, before a soft smile appears on her face. "We have matching bruises on our noses." She points out, pointing her finger at her nose.
I feel my face heat up, I have no idea why. She looks beautiful, the sunlight seeping through the windows of the classroom landing perfectly on her face. It brings out her e/c eyes. The way the sunlight runs it's fingers through her hair perfectly, making the h/c color of her hair glow like a comforting old lamp you would have on your nightstand while spending the night at your grandparents house for a couple nights.
