Shit

                                    

                                          
Finney stood there for a second, his brows furrowed and his mouth open. 
Bruce didn't realize at first but as soon as he did he pushed Vance away and wiped his tears away.
His breathing became heavier again and he balled his fists tightly.
Vance broke the heavy silence. "Finney- this isn't what it looks like!" He was a little pissed and Finney could tell.
The brunette stepped back and ran out. 
Shit. 
Vance looked over that the taller one who'd regressed back into panicking. 
Shit. 
He reached over to touch him but Bruce pulled away again, he was scared, Possibly more scared and panicked than he had been earlier. 
Bruce wasn't going to let Vance touch him this time. No matter now much he wanted or needed it he wasn't going to. Vance silently cursed himself. This was his fault, he should've noticed the footsteps, should've moved, should've done something.
Bruce sat there trying to breathe but it only made his chest constrict more. His lungs hurt and his throat felt like it was closing. He was getting dizzy and his vision started to fill with black dots. He looked over to Vance, who sat there just trying to help. 
He didn't leave or get angry, he just sat there. It helped. He moved closer again, it felt better the closer he was to the blonde. He wasn't sure why, but he was sure it felt good. 
Vance reached out and set a hand on his knee. He was surprised when he didn't pull away, but instead looked at him. 
He had that same look in his eyes. That same feral, scared look in his eyes. The same one that told Vance he was angry and hurt, now the mask was broken more, like as if leans together by a single thread. 
The blonde thought it was odd because he looked better than ever, most the time that is. 
His hair was always styled, he was playing better, he was still the most popular. So what was happening? 
Vance could see that something was happening behind his eyes, but he couldn't see what. 
He heard the bell ring and picked Bruce up. He pulled him into the middle stall and pulled him up onto the toilet. 
He heard people walk in, he recognized a few.
Danny, from his second period. Judas, from his fourth period and eighth period. Grayson, someone that he used to talk to in middle school, and Moose. 
Shit.
He hoped nobody noticed the locked stall. Vance decided it wouldn't happen so before they could walk in he would walk out. 
He looked up a Bruce and put his finger to his lips in a hushing fashion and stepped off the toilet. 
"I'm going to step out, lock the stall when I do." He whispered. Bruce nodded and watched as Vance stepped out. 
He leaned against the stall door and crossed his arms. The other boys looked at him and Moose's face was still bruised. "Wow, you look more like shit than usual." He mused with a smirk. 
"Go fuck yourself, mutt. Nobody want you here." Moose barked with an eye roll. 
"Yeah yeah whatever. Go on with the same sixth grade insults you always have." Vance was unamused and bored with the guy already. 
"Shut the fuck up, faggot. That's why your father beats you." He laughed. The boys next to him chuckled along with him. 
"Yeah, at least I have a father. Maybe you should go cry to your mommy about him leaving you two for his secretary." Moose looked angrier and the boys looked a little awkward now. 
"At least I have a mommy to cry to. Bitch." 
Vance was pissed now. The boys looked at Moose with the same thought in their heads. 
'Oh shit.' 
Vance wanted to pound his face in but knew he couldn't. He couldn't leave Bruce with no protection or covering. Not like he was now. 
"I'm not going to embarrass you more than I already did. But I'll kill you next time I see you." He frowned hard. Moose knew he wasn't kidding, Vance had a history of sticking through his threats.
The boys scurried out of the room as the bell rang loudly. He heard Bruce flinch and his breathing pick up as the boys left. 
He slid under the stall and looked at Bruce. His eyes were glossy and his cheeks and lips were red. He looked up at him.
Bruce felt pathetic. He knew he looked it too. He looked up at Vance, it was odd. He wasn't much taller than him but he was used to looking down at him.
Bruce felt better but still a little panicked. Funny things was, he didn't even remember what had sent him into a panic. 
"Do you want me to stay?" The blonde spoke. It was gently and warm, almost like he was. Bruce wanted him close. He nodded and the blonde stepped closer and sat on the floor. Bruce wiped his eyes.
"Shit, sorry." He mumbled. 
"It's okay. Do you.. wanna talk about it." Vance asked. 
"No. I- I think I might go." Bruce mumbled and Vance nodded. 






AHHHHHHHHH!!!!! New chapter out and way more angst to come in the next few chapters!! Also the next chapter is gonna follow someone new! But so yeah! Also thank you all for the comments and everything I love seeming them and they give me a lot of motivation so than you!!<3. -author