'ᗷOYS ᗯIᒪᒪ B̶E̶ ᒪIKE ᗷOYS' (﹢ʙʀᴀɴᴄᴇ﹢)

➳𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒♡

"I actually hate my new schedule," Amy, Bruce's little sister, complained as they made their way down the hall.

Bruce laughed, "Why? Cause you have math first or cause you have science last?" Amy huffed, "Both! Like, why would I want to do math first thing in the dang morning?  It's so boring!" She grumbled, crossing her arms.

Bruce smiled, shaking his head. By that point, they had arrived at Amy's first period classroom. "Well, I'll talk to you later, Am's." He said, ruffling the girl's hair.

Amy groaned, swatting the boy's hand away, patting her hair back down before heading into class.

Then, Bruce set off for his class. He, unlike Amy, wasn't that upset about his schedule. He had science first.

He made his way to the back of the classroom, taking a seat beside a boy he recognized from baseball. "Hey, Finn." He whispered to the brunette. "Hey, Bruce." Finney said in his usually soft voice.

The boys chatted until Ms.Rohr came in and started the lesson.

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About an hour passed before Ms.Rohr finished the lesson, and the students were dismissed to do whatever.

Bruce pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Sis
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9:20 a.m.

Me: how's math :)
seen

Sis:
I hate you 😞
9:22 a.m.

Me:
Ugh RUDE 😒
seen

Sis:
Like ur face??
9:25 a.m.

Me:
Why do you hate me?
seen

Sis:
I wonder why 😐
9:27 a.m.

Me:
ugh FINE THEN be that way
seen

Sis:
Wtv bro
9:28 a.m.

Me:
ANYWAY. R u going to Susie's today??
seen

Sis:
Yup
9:29 a.m.

Me:
Alright, just wondering. Ttyl Amy
seen

Sis:
Ttyl
9:30 a.m.

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The bell rang, and Bruce quickly collected his stuff, shoving his phone in his pocket, grabbing his science binder, holding it under his arm.

Finney was waiting for him at the door, like usual, so they could walk to Mr.Johnsons together. "Do we have practice today?" Finney asked as they stopped at their lockers, which thankfully, were side-by-side.

Bruce hummed quietly in thought as he shoved his science binder in his locker, reaching for his math notebook. "I don't think we do, but I could text the coach later to make sure." He said as he shut his locker, turning to Finney, who had already swapped out his things.

Finney nodded. "Alright. Thanks." Bruce smiled, "No problem."

And so, the two headed back down the hall to Mr.Johnsons. "Whoa, what's going on?" Finney muttered to Bruce as they entered the classroom, noticing a bunch of students swarming around the black board.

The two shoved their way through the other students. "Assigned seats?" Finney whined almost immediately, looking at Bruce.

Bruce shrugged in response, and looked back at the board, searching for his name. He's beside of- No. You've got to be kidding me. He thought, staring in horror at the name beside his own.

Bruce Yamada | Vance Hopper

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed :)

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