tw: light sexual harassment

"look who's back, boys!" a familiar voice called from behind you. you ignored the disgusting comment the small group made about your ass as you walked away. these same guys had been harassing you for a while now, maybe a couple weeks or so. you were just glad that they never act on anything they say.

"look at them go, hot damn!" another one of the boys hollered, whistling through his teeth. you grit your teeth in annoyance. you knew this would happen, you just didn't expect it when one of them blocked your path.

"hey cutie, wanna come to my place after school?" he said, biting his lip in a way that made you nauseous. you furrowed your brows and spoke through your teeth.

"fuck off." you demanded, "get outta my way." the boy didn't budge. he was about to speak when a figure came up beside you and clasped your shoulder.

"you heard them. step aside, bitch." the figure spoke. you glanced over, shocked to see the one and only—vance. his eyes practically shown daggers at the way he stared at the guy who'd been talking to you.

"oh-ho! look at this, vance is here. the freak who likes to beat people up over a pinball game." he said 'pinball game' as though it was a child's favorite show. vance didn't react, but you could tell he was getting angrier at the comment. his jaw clenched, his eyes glancing at you for a moment.

"get behind me, y/n. shit's about to get bloody." he growled, and you didn't hesitate to do as he instructed. you clung to him when you heard another one of the boys coming up behind you.

"aww how cute, the freak has got himself a play thing." one of the aggressors said, speaking in a way that they somehow knew would rile vance up. "what, you two dating or something? good for you man, got a hot piece of meat to—" he was cut off by a sudden punch to the gut. vance had upper cut him hard in the stomach.

"you'll keep your mouth shut if you know what's good for you." vance grumbled, letting go of the boy. he didn't do so without giving them a bit of a jostle first. the boys backed away a bit, and vance stifled a humorless chuckle. "i see you messing with them again and i'll fucking kill you." he growled, before grabbing your arm and pulling you away with him. you stared at him, shocked.

"vance...why did you defend me?" you asked and he glanced at you.

"none of your fuckin' business." he retorted, yanking you a bit. you pulled your arm from his grasp, and he turned to look at you. "come on, we're ditching those assholes." he insisted.

"no, vance, why did you defend me?" you asked again, and he sighed.

"fine, you wanna know?" you nodded. "because i like you, idiot." he glared. you felt heat rise to your cheeks, and you looked away.

"oh.." you hummed. you didn't expect this at all.

"what, oh now you're gonna hate me or something, right?" he grumbled. "been there done that." he turned to leave, but you stopped him, grabbing his wrist. when he turned back towards you, you kissed him. your free hand rested on his shoulder, and he almost kissed back immediately. his hands grabbed your face, pulling you closer. after a good moment, you pulled away.

"i like you too, actually." you muttered, and he offered an evil grin, getting closer to your face. he looked into your eyes and stifled another laugh.

"damn right you do."