As a baseball player, Bruce sort of had a big ego. It wasn't intolerable, it was just... well intolerable

Every chick at the game loved him, but me. I mean yes he stole my heart with his looks and skills but I didn't care about him the way those girls did. I only ever went to the games to get out of the house

My home life was hard but not too hard that it would show in public. It would hurt me in public but ruin me at home

My parents would always make little digs about my weight, my inability to stay away from sweet food, my nonexistent interest to exercise

Slowly, those things break you, destroy you.

I knew a boy like Bruce would never like a girl like me. He had a perfect life. Perfect parents, who care and support his decisions

After the game Bruce saw her sitting in the stands, alone. Everyone else had gone home. As he got closer to her, he noticed who she was. This was his shot, to ask her, alone

Bruce- the game is over ya know!

Y/n- yeah I know, I'm just waiting for a friend

Bruce- well let me keep you company until then

Y/n- if you insist

He sat next to me

Bruce- so do you have any plans tonight

Y/n- not really, you?

Bruce- well depends how you answer this question

Y/n- what?

Bruce- do you want to go out with me tonight

Y/n- I can't

I thought about how I would really spend my night if I didn't accept. Alone in my room, hiding from my parents

Bruce- oh, no worries

He began to walk back across the field

Y/n- wait! Actually I can go

Bruce- really

Y/n- yeah

Bruce- great, I'll meet you at seven?

Y/n- sure, sounds good to me

Bruce went home, preparing for the date. His parents were supportive and excited to meet this mystery girl he hadn't stopped talking about for months

Me on the other hand, I was strolling home slowly, not wanting to be in that house for any longer than needed. I was hoping to make it home at 6:45 with 15 minutes to prepare, plenty of time

A black van slowly drove past. Nothing crossed my mind when I saw it, although I suppose something should've

Bruce arrived at her house, a smile plastered on his face. She had told him not to knock and that she'd meet him outside. Around 20 minutes passed and still no sign of her

He knocked on the door, a worried looking older woman answered

Mother- can I help you?

Bruce- hi I'm Bruce, Bruce yamada (ok but why did yamada auto correct into tampons)

Mother- why are you here?

Bruce- I was meant to meet y/n at least 20 minutes ago

Mother- she hasn't come home

She stood me up

That was the only thought that crossed his mind.

As he went home, horrible thoughts about her crossed his mind

That fucking slut faced bitch stood me up

Later that night as he sat in his room, alone in anger, an urgent need message interrupted his show

"15 year old y/n l/n has officially been reported missing as of this evening. The search for her starts tomorrow at 6am. All help that is given will be greatly appreciated."

Bruce's heart sank. Maybe she hadn't stood him up.