Caught (completed) - brance

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Vance, without another word stood up and walked out of his room. I frowned. I get he had to get the door, but he did it so coldly, but again, it was Vance. What did I expect? There's reasons people don't like him, reasons why his relationships never last. And who's to say he's gay? Sure, he kissed my forehead, but maybe he did that for everyone.

"Bruce!" Vance called my name. "Come here!" I kept sitting on his floor for a second, trying to collect my thoughts. Though he called my name again, slightly more annoyed this time. That time I knew it didn't matter if I needed to collect my thoughts, whatever was at the door was important.

I stood up and went to the front door, but my stomach dropped at the sight. My dad and coach stood there. How did they find me? Was I dumb enough to leave my location on? Did my coach send one of my teammates out to find me? Did Finney or Robin rat me out? I deeply swallowed as I aligned with Vance. I looked at him with the 'are you serious' look.

"What in gods name are you doing here?" My coach sighed, putting his hands on his hips. I just awkwardly shrugged my shoulders. He, again, sighed and shook his head.

"Your mother and I are worried, Bruce," My father told me, a sorry tone lacing his words. It wasn't what I was expecting from him. I was expecting him to berate me for even thinking of being near Vance, but his eyes look like he felt defeated. "You've just been so...different lately. So angry and violent."

I licked my lips as I glanced at Vance. Vance looked queasy, and he was only making eye contact with my coach which seemed difficult for him to do. Though, when he glanced at me his expression changed to a cold one. "You need to go home, Bruce," he told me, his tone as cold as his expression.

I felt my stomach drop for a second time. "What?" I spoke for the first time.

"You heard me," Vance said, anger now entering his tone. "You need to go!"

That got me angry for some reason. I understand my anger towards, Luke, he's a dick. And my anger towards my friends is sort of valid in the sense that they ditched me with no actual proof of me actually saying shit. But Vance? No. "So you want me out all of a sudden?" I snapped at him, making him more mad.

"Yeah, I do!" Vance shouted at me. My coach and father both tried to intervene to no avail. "You don't need to always rely on me when shit goes wrong for you!"

I was honestly offended by that. "Sorry that all my friends decided to believe some person over me and all because I'm a fag you decide to switch up on me," I screamed, that loudest silence following after.

Vance's eyes were wide as he stared at me with a look of disbelief. I didn't care at that point though. I was so fed up with him I stormed to his room and began to stuff my stuff into my baseball bag, except for my clothes that I had wore before the game. I took off the clothes vance had let me borrow, throwing them to the floor, and got changed into my actual clothes.

I threw my bag over my shoulder and stormed back out. Vance was now staring at the ground, that queasy expression back on his face. My father was staring at Vance, a mix of anger and worry on his face. My coach just had a disappointed face. Without saying anything I pushed past everyone in the door way and went to my dad's car.

My dad and my coach followed soon after, and I watched as Vance closed his front door. Soon I went home where I had to begrudgingly sit at a family meet, which was super awkward.

My mother and father expressed their disappointment about my recent coming out of the closet. They told me they don't really think of me as their son anymore, but will provide me with food, shelter, and other necessities until I turn 18. I was upset about it, but at the same time I wasn't surprised.

Amy, who wasn't exactly understanding the situation well, kept asking "why mommy and daddy don't think of big brother as their son" all day to me. It was hard for me to explain that me having a thing for Vance wasn't "normal" and was frowned upon in our town of North Denver, and a ton of other places.

...

The a few days later my phone kept buzzing, but I just turned it to Do Not Disturb and went to school. At school I looked like a complete loser. None of my close friends were talking to me, and obviously Vance wasn't talking, but at the time I was still mad at Vance.

Honestly, I was so sick of it by lunch that I asked one of my senior friends (who I'm not exactly close with) if I could just skip in his car the rest of the day. He was fine with it and we went out to a sandwich place for lunch before he came back to school, leaving me in his car. Thankfully, it wasn't hot and I could just lay under a blanket in his backseat. I actually fell asleep too.

I only woke up when he shook me repeatedly. "What time is it?" I asked, rubbing my eyes and sitting up. Except...it wasn't him. It was Finney. My senior friend was there, but he was already in the drivers seat.

"It's after school, dude," my friend told me, laughing as well. It for sure was, as the clock in his car read 4:00 pm. "I found one of your little buddies to come and get you since I have to go to work."

"Shit, sorry, man," I yawned getting up and out of the car. I thanked my friend before he left, leaving me and Finney in awkward silence. I looked anywhere other than Finney, but I could feel his eyes burning into me. "I'm..uhm...gonna go," I said awkwardly, turning to walk away.

Finney grabbed my wrist, stopping me. "Wait," he said, pausing for a moment as I turned to finally look at him, "I'm sorry, and Vance wanted me to tell you to answer his calls."

"Vance can buzz off for all I care."

"Bruce," Finney sighed, looking at me sternly, "I don't know what happened, but he clearly feels horrible about it."

That ticked me off. I then grabbed Finney's wrist and took him to a more secluded area. "You want to know what happened?" I growled at him, watching as he slowly nodded his head. "We were reading comics and I fucking kissed him, okay?" I said it straightforward, not holding back.

Finney froze, a mixture of disbelief and shock on his face. Of course in that moment of silence Vance found us, how ironic. "Bruce..why haven't you been answering my messages?" He asked.

I crossed my arms, "why do you think?"

"I get you're upset...and I'm sorry, but I honestly really felt-"

I didn't let him finish, I just started to shout at him. "I don't care how you felt! You didn't care how I felt! Don't apologise just because you feel bad or alone. I wish you weren't so off and on with your feelings all the time," I took a pause catching my breath before saying honestly the most regrettable thing I've said to him, "I wish you were more like your mother. She doesn't let her trauma affect her kindness."

Vance looked visibly hurt by that, but at the time I didn't care. At the time I believed he deserved it, but my world was about to flip upside down.