I sat in a bathroom stall hugging my knees waiting for the bell to ring. I knew that when I left people would be whispering about me and I wasn't ready for it. I also knew that I needed to grow a pair and just deal with it.

So I did I got off my ass and left the bathroom. I went to my locker and got a couple books, I closed my locker and went to my biology lesson. During my next lessons I just thought over what had happened, how could he do that, why was he always so cruel and did he have some problem that made him such a dick. These thoughts ran through my head for the three hours and a half that I had left at school on that tragic Monday. The Monday before the next month or two of my life went to shit.

I walked out of school with Finney walking beside me complaining about his teachers and the people in our school. Then we talked about his baseball game coming up this weekend. It would of been anyone could talk about I'd Vance hadn't made a scene in the cafeteria and told everyone what happened to Finney that morning. All that had happened made me like him less and less my crush on him had practically depleted in the space of six hours and a half but I knew it would come back stronger than ever if he showed any signs of remorse.

That was my kryptonite when they were sorry honestly completely genuinely sorry. Not begging for forgiveness but understanding if I need space because they done wrong by me but now they're completely utterly sorry. It makes me melt when they mean it like they actually mean it not when they're just saying it.

He could be my kryptonite if he simply apologised to me but I knew he wasn't like that. Everyone did. It was stupid to like him considering how rude he was.

I mean he bullied people, he enjoyed bullying people, especially people like my brother who didn't know how to stick up for themselves. I think I had subconsciously made a version of him that I imagined to be nice and caring but now I had saw his rather up close and personal I knew he wasn't like that.

On my way home I saw Vance my brother was still rambling on about the game but in that moment my entire focus was on Vance. He was shouting at Moose whilst walking into a store, a store he frequently visited. The cashier knew him by name and nickname. He visited the shop for the pinball machine his given nickname being pinball Vance. He had the high score on the machine and continously tried to beat it most of the time he succeeded but when he failed there was hell to pay.

"We should get some sweets. I think we deserve them after the morning we had." I said and took him by the arm, looking both ways before crossing the road to the shop. He sighed and as we walked in people from our school looked at me. Whispers spread including words like devil and Satan. Telling eachother I was a Satan worshipper and that my brother was a weak little fag.

Vance was about to put a quarter into the machine when he turned and looked at me. "Well well well if it isn't Y/N themself. Personally I would be in hiding if i knew I was the reason the Salem witch trials were coming to Denver." he said. I simply sighed "I'd be in hiding if I realised I was an imbecile that looked like a frog whose only talent talent was a game but I guess you're here so you didn't get the memo."

He laughed as people oood and ahhhd as I crossed my arms. He stared at me and my brother and muttered something. "What?" I said.

"Nothing.."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing I didn't say anything."

"Tell me what you said!"

" I said atleast mother didn't hang herself because her child was telling Satan to make her crazy!"