The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as you wandered aimlessly through the mall, hands shoved in your pockets. The weekend crowd was a mix of noisy families and groups of teenagers, but you preferred to stay quiet, blending in. It was easier that way.
You stopped near a small arcade, watching a kid fiercely trying to win a prize at a claw machine. That’s when you noticed someone leaning against the nearby wall — hoodie pulled low, eyes scanning the crowd with a look of mild boredom.
Vance Hopper.
You’d heard his name plenty of times, mostly whispered in the hallways at school. The guy with the reputation. The bully. The one who never cared what anyone thought.
He caught your gaze and gave a brief nod, like acknowledging you without saying a word.
You felt your heartbeat speed up for reasons you didn’t quite understand.
Almost on impulse, you moved closer.
“Hey,” you said softly, unsure if he’d answer.
He looked up, surprised. “What?”
“Do you… want to play?” You pointed at the claw machine.
He smirked. “You think I can win?”
“Only one way to find out.”
Without another word, he stepped forward. You stood beside him, watching as he maneuvered the joystick with surprising care. After a few tense moments, the claw dropped — and the prize wobbled, then fell into the chute.
Vance threw you a quick grin, holding up a stuffed bear.
“Your win.”
You smiled, feeling an unfamiliar warmth. “Thanks.”
For the first time, Vance looked… less like a bully, and more like someone who might be okay.
You sat down on a nearby bench, the bear tucked under your arm.
“Name’s {{user}},” you said.
“Vance.”
And just like that, something shifted.