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Cardigans in August Pt.1

(Bruce Yamada x Fem!Reader x Vance Hopper)

Summary: During the summer after a fight, (Y/n) cheats on Bruce with Vance. When school starts again Vance thinks he finally has (Y/n) until she tries to win Bruce back.

Warnings: Love triangle, Brief mention of underage drinking, Unreciprocated love, Jealousy, Eventual angst, Like this is gonna get sad most of the time, (Y/n) isn’t a very good person

Word Count: 2.1k

Parts: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

(This is based off Taylor Swift’s Folklore love triangle with Bruce as Betty, (Y/n) as James, and Vance as August)

“Chase two boys, lose the one”

“Slept next to him, but I dreamt of you all summer long”

“'Cause you weren't mine to lose”

When you’re young, everyone assumes you know nothing.

But Bruce Yamada knew it was real; his love for you and your love for him. He knew it was true love. He just knew it.

He knew by the way he felt when you shared your first kiss in his sophomore car. He always felt a twinkle when with you but after that moment the twinkles amplified into fireworks. Your kisses was all the motivation he needed in life; the stepping stones to just simply waking up every morning. Because every morning was just the start of a brand new day to spend with you. To spend the passing periods kissing under the stairs, to spend the weekends attached at the hip, to spend the nights drinking in the trunk of your car with the tailgate open. And with tipsy flushed cheeks glowing under the streetlights, you two would lean in and share sweet kisses as your hands would slip under each other’s shirts.

But then there was the “other man” that Bruce would have never suspected pining after you this whole time; Pinball Vance Hopper. The bad boy of North Denver. The guy who sent two kids to the hospital for just simply bumping into his beloved pinball machine.

Despite his aggressive persona and violent reputation, you two were close friends. No one knows why or how, you just… were. Not exactly best friends, but it's not as if you didn’t have the potential to be.

Once the bell rang everyone in your history class practically jumped out of their seats before your teacher could even pull the stupid “the bell doesn’t dismiss you, I do”. You slid your books off your desk and into your bag so you could spring to your feet and join the crowd of classmates trying to pour out of the room through the small doorway. You eventually got out as well and as always, Vance was leaning against the wall beside the wall as he waited for you.

You smiled as you stood in front of him, he always waited for you after the last class on Fridays to walk you to your car since Bruce had Baseball practice. “You are always the last person out of that class.” Vance commented which received a roll of your eyes.

“Wow, sorry you have to wait like 12 seconds after the bell. Your life is just the worst.” You humorously pitied as he kicked himself off the wall to begin walking at your side. “I know. It’s hard being me.” Vance stated which successfully received a giggle from you.

The melody of your laugh made Vance secretly smile to himself, glad he was always able to get them out of you. He had a thought at the back of his mind that wondered if Bruce could make you laugh as much as he could.

That thought gave him enough confidence to speak without thinking, “So, you thinkin’ of going to-” He cut himself off from asking if you and Bruce were going to the weekend dance together when he saw the whole baseball team rush down the hall toward the two of you. You both stopped in your tracks as the group of smiling boys in matching uniforms reached you. The front two stepped to the side to allow Bruce to walk through the group and up to you.

A smile spread across your lips in surprise as Bruce revealed the small bouquet of flowers he was hiding behind his back. “(Y/n). Will you go to the dance with me?” Bruce asked with a toothy grin, holding the flowers out toward you.

The baseball team looked at you with waiting eyes and all the girls present in the hallway watched in jealousy over the gesture from the gorgeous popular boy. What you didn’t see was Vance’s stone stare set on your face watching your reaction, a part of him internally begging that you’d decline even though he already sadly knew your answer.

“Of course!” You exclaimed while grabbing the flowers then throwing your arms around his neck for a tight hug. The whole baseball team erupted in cheers and obnoxious clapping behind Bruce. You departed from the embrace to smack a warm kiss on Bruce’s smiling cheek as his hands rested on your back. You both smiled at each other gushingly and connected hands to walk down the wall. You turned to look over your shoulder once remembering about your friend, but completely forgetting he wanted to ask you something. “Oh, bye Vance!” You hollered before turning to look back at Bruce as you two walked hand in hand.

Vance raised his hand as a goodbye as he watched you go with a deep frown and furrowed brows. The painful reminder of his torturous reality creeping back up his neck in an attempt to strangle him, and sometimes he wished it just would to put him out of his misery.

He hated being the second choice. He hated wondering if he had to love you from afar forever. He hated that he loves you harder everyday yet everyday you break his heart easier and easier. But even though he was utterly hopeless, he was still hopeful.

You honestly don’t know why on earth you let Bruce woo you into coming to the dance. You hated crowds, they were overstimulating and you had itching social anxiety. You loved music and dancing with Bruce… in privacy and when it just consisted of the two of you. Your back was bumped into by multiple different formally dressed teens which made your miserability spread to your frown.

Bruce still shimmied and swayed in front of you with the brightest smile plastered across his face. His brows crinkled at the sight of your clear unhappiness. “Are you alright!?” He yelled over the loud music. You still stepped side to side to the Bee Gees as you just couldn’t bring yourself to fake a smile. “I’m gonna go get some fresh air.” You said to him, stepping closer to his shoulder so he could hear you.

“I’ll come with you.” He said, slowing his dancing down to a stop and resting a hand on your lower back to guide you out. You grabbed his arm and returned it to his side. “I’ll just be a second, stay and keep having fun with your friends.” You said, nodding over to his dancing group of friends with their dates beside the two of you. He looked to his friends then back at you with an unsure expression but you had already slipped off into the crowd.

You walked through the gymnasium doors into the small dome shaped area where some teachers and students were talking with friends away from the noise. You walked past them all to the hallway that led to the exit doors. The further you walked the more you could finally hear the sound of your heels clicking as you stepped. You pushed the doors open and instantly took a relieving inhale as the cool night air hit your sweaty face, chills spilling down your exposed skin. You took a seat on the curb of the sidewalk and rested your hands on your knees to gather yourself, the music from the gymnasium faintly being heard.

Bruce danced with his energetic friends, keeping a patient eye out for you so he could return to dancing with you. Three songs from Foreigner, The Runaways, and Heatwave had passed and still no sign of you but he was too caught up in enjoying the music to let his worries wear him down. It wasn’t until the band started playing the intro to his favorite song, Edgar Winter Group’s Free Ride, where an excited smile exploded on his face and he whipped his body around to look for where you were. You should’ve been back by now, so why weren’t you back? His smile slowly melted away as you were nowhere to be found no matter where he looked.

“Hey Bruce, it’s your song! Why aren’t ya dancing?” A girlish voice said from behind him. He turned to one of his female friends rocking her shoulders to the beat of the music as her hands swayed her yellow eyelet lace dress. “Looking for my girlfriend!” He said to her over the catchy beat, mindlessly moving to the music. She shrugged, “I’m sure she’ll be back soon.” She continued dancing and he soon joined her, not wanting to put his favorite song to waste.

The sound of a familiar guitar melody made your ears perk up and your head turn to look behind you. Bruce’s favorite song was playing! You got up to your healed feet and rushed back to the doors to down the hall and back to the gymnasium doors. You stopped at the doorway and tilted your head up to look for where Bruce was now. The smile you didn’t realize sprouted dropped when your eyes caught the sight of Bruce dancing with another girl. A really pretty girl.

You knew they were friends but you also knew, from the knowledge of one of your gossip friends, that she used to have a crush on Bruce until she found out you two were a couple. You never once thought illy of her since of how sweet and polite she was but just the sight of her sweet smile being reciprocated in an equal style by Bruce made your stomach turn. Unwanted jealousy stuffed you as you watched how they danced with each other.

You couldn’t bear to look another second as your insecurities embodied into salty water over your eyes. You turned away and allowed your feet to quickly carry you back to the hallway as you bit your lip to prevent it from quivering. You couldn’t even make it to the doors as you slowed to a stop and let your back fall to the wall and your body sank to the floor, bringing your knees to your chest. You knew your face resembled one of those sad clown paintings with your eyebrows curving up and your frown deepening. Your eyes were glossy with tears but yet they didn’t fall from the confines of behind your lower lash line.

Your throat felt like there was a rock stuck in it and you felt a tight rotting pain in your chest as you soaked in your own pathetic, pitiful misery. You heard footsteps approach you and you had the mind that it was a teacher coming to check up on you so you swallowed the lump in your throat, sniffled and blinked away the watery substance coating your iris’.

You looked up only to make eye contact with Pinball Vance. He was dressed sloppily formal with his everyday brown boots, dark blue jeans and a long sleeve white dress shirt with the top three buttons undone. His hair was the same as always and he had one hand shoved in his pocket with the other holding a black suit jacket slung over his shoulder by the collar.

“Vance? I didn’t know you came to dance’s.” You said partnered with another sniffle. Vance gave a half shrug, “I don’t but my mom forced me to come to this one.” You nodded before looking back down to the floor in front of your feet. Vance slid his jacket off his shoulder as he squatted to take a seat beside you. A moment of silence passed before Vance broke it, “Crowd too much for you?”

A small smile slipped over the endearing fact that he remembered your dislike of overwhelming crowds. “Yeah, it just…” your mind drifted back to Bruce and the girl, “got a little too much for me.” Vance nodded in understanding. “Where’s Bruce?” He asked without thinking. A bitter scoff escaped past your lips before you subconsciously remarked, “Ask Michelle.” Your eyes widened over your snotty tone and words and you clapped your hands over your mouth in embarrassment as if that would take back what you said.

But Vance didn’t judge or criticize you, he could never bring himself to, and that was one of the things that made you feel comfortable with him. Vance stood up to his feet and offered you a hand. “Let me walk you home.” He said. You stared at his face for a few seconds before taking his hand and letting him effortlessly pull you up.

Once standing, he threw his jacket over your shoulders and you felt your skin immediately relax into the smooth fabric. With the light jerk of his head, you followed Vance down the hall.

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