Caught (completed) - brance

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I was in the nurses, quietly and nervously sitting there as the nurse helped patched me up. I could hear the yelling of two students; Vance Hopper and Moose. And of course the yells from the staff trying to get them to calm down. "So what happened to you kid," the nurse asked quietly as I balled my fists in pain, feeling as a stinging feeling rushed from the cut under my eye.

"Uhm," I hesitated, unsure if I should tell her. "Moose was making racist comments towards me and I tired to fight him off, but he's stronger than me."

The woman, Mrs.Jane, looked at me with sorrow. "How did Hopper get pulled into this?" She inquired, probably wondering why Vance was out there, looking as beat up as me, yelling at Moose. I but my cheek, unsure if she'd even believe me if I told her. But I did. I explained how I had been failing to stand up to Moose and Vance just stepped in outta nowhere. I really didn't even understand it myself. "Ah," Mrs.Jane nodded, turning around and throwing away a bloody cotton ball.

"I don't really get it either, miss," I told her, awkwardly awaiting for her to finish patching me up.

The woman laughed softly as she laid a band-aid on the cut under my eye. I smiled softly as well, watching as she walked back to her desk and began to write on her notepad. "When you go home please give this to your parents," Mrs.Jane spoke, ripping the paper she had written on out of her notepad. I stood, walking over and grabbing the paper from her hand.

The paper was a prescription for a painkiller, a strong painkiller. "Alright," I told her, saying goodbye as I walked down the hall to the office. When I walked in I saw Vance sitting in a chair by the door of the Principal's, and Moose was inside the principal's office. I could hear him yelling at the woman, who would occasionally sigh and click her pen.

"You okay?" I heard a voice whisper. The whisper was quiet, almost too quiet for me to hear, but definitely too quiet for anyone else to hear it. I glanced to my right, where Vance was sitting there, staring at me. That's when I realised he was the one who whispered at me.

I smiled softly at him as I whispered back, "I'm fine." He nodded, looking away from me. He seemed almost nervous, but with Vance it was always hard to tell if he was feeling anything other than anger. I nodded as I looked away from him, sitting down next to him. "Do you think you're gonna get suspended?" I asked, since it was his 3rd fight this week.

"Don't matter if I do," Vance quickly responded, his voice cold, "nobody's gonna give a shit." I just quietly nodding my heading, knowing I should shut up instead of argue back. Plus, he was right. Nobody would care—I would care, but Vance wouldn't care if I cared. I'm one person in a school of hundreds.

Soon Moose's yelling stopped and the principal's office door swung open. Moose stormed out, practically stomping his feet. He walked past me, glaring at me with scary eyes as he sat down at the furthest seat in the room. The principal soon followed out, looking at Vance with a frustrated glare. "Come on, Hopper," she sighed, adjusting her new glasses.

Vance groaned—a mix of pain and anger in it—as he stood and followed Mrs.Smith into her office. It only took a few minutes for yelling to ensue, except this time both of them were yelling. "You think any of these are threats?!" I could hear Vance angrily yell.

"I need you to stop getting into these violent fights or you're gonna be banned from this school!" Mrs.Smith shouted back at him, her voice making it seem dead silent in the front office. It was quiet for a few seconds before I could hear Mrs.Smith demanding Vance to listen to her.

The door swung open and Vance, angrier than Moose, stomped out. "I don't care if I get banned from here! I hate this fuckin' school!" Vance yelled. He looked down at me for a split second before just completely walking out of the office. The office ladies watched him, putting in no effort to stop him. I believed they were probably thankful for him leaving.

After a while I was finally able to leave, of course after my parents had a chat with the principal. My little sister Amy was there too, which I figured that my parents picked her up before picking me up. In the car ride back home my mom spoke up, concern in her voice. "The principal told us that Vance Hopper helped you in that fight..." she looked in me in the rearview mirror.

I glanced away from her eyes to my sister, who had an excited and interested look on her young, little face. She was only 5, while I was 15, but she still knew of Vance Hopper. It was hard not to know his name. "Oh," I spoke up, realising I hadn't responded to my mom, "he didn't really help me in the fight..he just took my place in it."

"That's still helping you, Bruce," My dad then spoke, his tone less than happy. I bit my lip, understanding why he wasn't so happy. My parents disliked Vance, they disliked his family, they just disliked anything connected to him. So, of course, they weren't really excited hearing that he 'helped me out'. "One, we don't want to hear anything more about you and that hopper boy," my dad spoke, "and two, you need to be a man and fend for yourself better."

"Yes sir," I sighed, crossing my arms. Vance scared me, sure, but he scared everyone. I didn't really get why he was so hated. He was just a dude with some issues, but what did I know, right?

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