Field - ★ - Brance

- Part Four -

(sorry guys..)

As Bruce left the principals office Vance was already out of sight. He was still confused my Vance's sudden cooperation. "Was he just doing this to mess with me? Or did he feel like he owed me something because of the note?" The bell hadn't rang yet but Bruce knew you weren't allowed to re-enter the class after being sent out, so he figured he'd sit on his bench. He walked to it and sat down, unpacking the sandwich from his bag and biting down into it.

Vance rushed away from the principals office. He reached the back of the school and slumped down against the wall. "Why the fuck did I stick up for that stupid moron? He thinks he's better than me now. I'll teach him that I still own this place." He is incredibly enraged. He sits against the wall, looking out at the fence surrounding the school. "I need to find him now. I can show him."  He knew he didn't want to do this at all. Deep down he really did know. But he also knew he couldn't let Bruce see this side of him.

Bruce slowly ate his sandwich, he's completely zoned out. Vance ran around the corner. "Hey dipshit!" Bruce quickly looked up as he watched Vance storm at him. His mind was filled with confusion, and before he had realised Vance dragged him up from the bench by his hair. He froze up and didn't even attempt to escape his grip. Vance smashed his head against the brick wall behind the bench. Bruce fell down, scraping his back on the bricks while falling. 

As Bruce tried struggling back up Vance punched his nose. Blood dripped from it. Vance punched the side of his head two more times. After brutalizing Bruce he towered over him as he sat against the brick floor tearing up, while trying to stop the blood pouring from his nose. Bruce looked up into the eyes of Vance, they looked down at him in a mix of rage and pity. He couldn't say anything. The pain had paralysed him, he felt nothing. Vance looked around to see if anyone had seen what had happened. After realising there was nobody he took one last glance at Bruce.

He wanted to apologise. To help him. To have never done this. Bruce had tried to help him, he shouldn't have. Nobody deserves to help Vance. He always believed he could save himself. He should've never stuck up for such a moron in the first place. He didn't deserve to pass that test. Why did he confess everything to the principal? He knew he hated Yamada. His stupid hair, the fact he spend all his time doing popular nerd stuff. He was the opposite of Yamada and it enraged him. Vance walked off of school grounds. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and put one in his mouth. He flicked his lighter on and inhaled. The rush he had felt slowly disappeared and he kept walking away from that horrid school.

He passed a bench, on it sat Craig and Michael. "Vance, dude! Are you also skipping school? Come sit with us!" Vance hesitated, but he knew he had nowhere to go either. He sat down next to the boys. "Man, did you see that new girl? She's like, so hot!" Michael exclaimed. Vance glanced at the ground. "Yeah, she's so sexy." Vance stated. "What's on your mind?" Asked Craig. Vance spoke up; "I just beat the shit out of Yamada." He forced a smirk on his face. "That fuck got me in trouble with the principal." He showed off the blood that was smeared on his knuckles. His friends reacted thrilled, eager to hear more details about what happened.

Bruce limped off of the school terrain. He hated this school. He hated Vance the most. "Why had he done that. I thought we where okay and out of nowhere he beats the shit out of me. Was it because I got him in trouble?" He walked to the front of the school and took his bike out of the rack. He hopped on it with some struggle and started slowly biking away. He headed home and after checking to see nobody was home he went inside and headed to the bathroom. He stuffed a tissue up his nose and tried to tend for his other injuries.

He headed to his room and closed the door behind him. He fell onto his bed and fell asleep. He had never slept so deeply. After he woke up he headed to school. Vance walked up to him and he became anxious. "What do you want Vance?" Vance came closer to him, forcing him to walk backwards. He walked into the brick wall. The brick wall that still had his blood on it. The one behind his bench. "Stop avoiding me." Vance reached out his arms and pushed him into the wall. Instead of thudding against it he fell straight through. He watched as the back of the wall grew further and further and the drop in stomach became unbearable. 

Bruce said up straight in his bed. He had sweat dripping down his forehead. "Seriously? Nightmares about this asshole too now?" He looked outside and saw it was dark out. He uncomfortably laid back down and forced his eyes shut.

Vance had arrived home. It was late, he had been around his friends for a while but decides to leave. He pulled open the drawer by the side of his bed and pulled out a blunt. He slowly lit it on and inhaled the smoke. He had felt tired and this added to it. He sat on the side of his bed, glaring around his room. The walls had cracked paint and posters of his favourite bands. He smoked enough to make him feel hazy, he fell down on his back and stared up at the ceiling. His mind started wandering. 

"Why did I have to beat up Bruce. Was I being too harsh? Craig and Michael understood why. But do those idiots actually understand anything at all?" A deep feeling hit him in his chest. It spread through his throat. He felt guilty. He remember how he had left Bruce there. "I should try to make it up to him. Maybe I did overreact a little."  He felt his back sink into his bed. He was tired but his mind was racing and it was stopping him from getting any sleep. "Why am I even thinking about this? Is it because I smoked? I don't even care about that idiot. The only timed I cared even a little is when he helped me out." 

Vance had managed to fall asleep without noticing. He woke up groggy the next morning and decided to slouch out of bed. After a little while he was ready for school. He arrived and went through the entrance. He knew he was late and that in this class Bruce sat in front of him. He entered and zoned out as the teacher gave her usual speech about coming in late. He looked over at Bruce's seat and it was empty. Vance sat down and stared at the door all class, just waiting for him to show up. 

Bruce wasn't there all hour. When the bell rang he quickly rushed over to the bench he always sat at. Turning the corner he looked around in confusion. Bruce wasn't on his bench. He spotted Craig and decided to ask him if he had seen him. "Man. I know you hate Bruce but maybe let it go for a bit, are you seriously going to beat him up again?" Craig had assumed that he was trying to find Bruce for another fight. Vance still felt groggy and got agitated. He wasn't trying to hurt Bruce. He didn't care about how he was either. He just wanted to see him. "Why do you care?" Vance snapped out at Craig. "I don't, I was just saying-" He started storming off.

Vance looked around in the halls. The bell went again and he went to class. No sign of Bruce. The following classes also all had a singular empty chair, except the ones Vance took alone. He got annoyed of waiting, and when the final bell rang he went home. "That pussy is too scared to face me. I can't believe this." He thought to himself as he paced home.

The following day Bruce was also not at school. The day after was the exact same. Vance grew more curious every day, wondering if he really had handled him this badly. It angered him one second and annoyed him the other. Sometimes he even felt a slight worry, which he quickly pushed down each time. Nobody had seen or heard from Yamada. 

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