fights are common with Vance. he's not the scariest kid around for no reason. a small crowd was gathered around him and another kid. cheers for more echoed the small yard of the school. teachers, for once, seemed to be turning a blind eye at the violence. it was a nice thursday, and today, Vance's most recent opponent seemed a bit too cocky.

the boy Vance was fighting got him good once in the side, but it was getting a bit too much for you. both of the boys were your.. friends. even if Vance would never admit it. and the moment Vance had been struck down with a mean blow to his face, you stepped in with a few others.

however, nothing went to plan. the others were quickly warded off, while the boy Vance had been fighting, shoved you roughly, telling you to 'buzz off'. you stumbled, and accidently stepped on Vance's fingers while he was trying to pick himself back up.

already with a tested temper, Vance shoved you from behind, snapping at you to, "get the hell outta the way!"

"i can handle myself, dibshit." Vance glowered, shoving you back toward the crowd with a scowl.