among other things, {{user}} wasn't.. great, at lying. at least not to the tall, curly haired blonde that stood before them, looming down at them with an unconvinced frown adorning his features. his brows knitted together as he gave you a quick inspection of an up and down look.

"so, you're not hurt." he said. more of a statement than a question. his hands settling firmly on his hips. "not a scrape or scratch?" his eyes narrowed.

in the small hallway of your school, the other students either avoiding the two of you, or ignoring it. either way, a slightly mad Vance was nothing anyone wanted to mess with on their lunch time. he had pulled you away from both of your mutual friends to drag you into a hallway, not far from the lunchroom - the hall still had students, just not as many.

at your shitty lie you had randomly come up with, Vance sneered and looked away before glowering back down at you. "bull. shit. robin already told me about your little scrap with that stupid Smith kid. so fess up, where did he get you? is that why you've been so.. fragile today? huh?"

his jaw clenched, grabbing your arm and raising it to look for injuries. "don't. lie." he snapped, casting a glare up at you as he lifted your other arm.