Queen Bee | Vance Hopper X Reader

Hello there! I noticed that your requests were open, Can I request a Vance Hopper x reader where Reader is a Cheerleader? she isn't a girly-pop one, she beats the shit out of a fellow cheerleader if that certain cheerleader wants to take her place as queen-bee of the school?

queen bee | vance hopper x reader

a/n: yes!!! i love this, i hope you like what i wrote and feel free to request more/other characters too!!

warnings: physical violence, mentions of death, swearing, brief mentions of abuse.

note: vance escaped the grabber in this story.

word count: 1.4k(ish)

it was the start of the new school year and cheerleading tryouts were to take place in the gym today, for the new freshmen joining the school.

you had been the cheer captain since sophomore year, and had basically become the so called ‘queen bee’ of the school.

over the summer, you had started dating vance hopper. basically the polar opposite of you on the school food chain.

once word had gotten out about you and the blond officially dating, you received floods of phone calls from fellow high schoolers asking if you were out of your mind.

it didn’t phase you one bit, you weren’t entirely bothered with the rumours or what people would say to each other about you. at the end of the day, you had everyone’s respect and loyalty…that was until today.

you strolled into school, vance by your side. the blond wasn’t very into PDA but made an effort for your sake, once you reached the doors of the school he interlocked his significantly larger hand with yours.

you gave him a sweet smile, and walked to your locker to drop off your unneeded books.

“ugh- he’s definitely only with them because they put out, man.” a loud voice echoed from across the hallway.

you whipped your head around towards the direction of the noise to see some jocks leaning against a row of lockers, staring dead straight at you and vance.

vance was livid, yes he had learned to deal with the loud comments about how he managed to date you or how you’d be better with someone else, but comments about you made him want to spill blood. yet he wouldn’t let it show, because he didn’t want to upset you.

you on the other hand were calm, not making it seem like the crude comment effected you in any way. you slammed your locker shut, pulling vance down to your level and kissing him briefly on the lips.

“i’ve gotta head to homeroom, come see me after cheer tryouts?” you smiled at your boyfriend, the blonds eyes still locked on the jocks across the hall.

“of course sweetheart.” he grumbled, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.

and with that you pulled away from vance, rounding the corridor on your way to your first class of the day.

loud shouting followed by a deafening crash sound irrupted from where you had just left, a small smile creeping onto your features as you entered homeroom.

-•-•-•-

the gym hall was practically empty apart from a few fellow cheerleaders and the people who wished to try out for the team.

a safety mat had been pulled out into the center of the room, along with a bag of pom-poms.

you shuffled over, your white trainers scuffing against the overly polished floor as you made your way towards a group of people.

the light that spilled in through the transom windows of the gymnasium, reflected against the bleachers where everyone had sat.

you joined them, pulling your tennis skirt down slightly before taking a seat on the bench.

you watched all the freshmen and a few sophomores go through their cheer routines for you, in hopes to join the team.

you smiled happily throughout all of them, the senior members of your team not paying attention.

a brunette beside you was reapplying her red lipstick, pouting as she stared at her reflection in the pocket mirror, in her hand. two girls at the far end of the bleachers, were just loudly chatting about their boyfriends.

in your opinion all that kind of stuff was boring and trivial. you didn’t care for makeup or anything overly feminine and yes you had a boyfriend, but you weren’t one to gossip about him to anyone.

when the final girl had tried out, you thanked them all for coming and explained you would get back to them within the following days. you began to wrap things up, vance shuffling through the gym hall doors, leaning against one of the brick walls.

you shot him a smile as you reached for your book bag.

“don’t you think it’s unfair that y/n has been the captain for three years now?” one girl spoke up.

susan, she was a few inches taller than you and was more muscular by far. you and her never quite got along one hundred percent, but you did everything in your power to be civil with the blonde.

the rest of the cheer team turned to you, gawking and wondering what you were going to do next.

“well, no one else seems to have an issue with me. right girls?” you looked around the gym at everyone, who nodded back to you. no one had a problem with you being captain, and if they did no one dared to mention it.

“i’m just saying, you’ve had your time, slag.” she grimaced, walking towards you in an aggressive manner.

you stood your ground, locking eyes like her.

“just back off, you don’t want to do this.” you mumbled, your grasp tightening on the strap of your backpack that you had slung over your shoulder.

“or what? you gonna get your dumbfuck, outcast boyfriend over there to do something?” she was up in your face now. and you were aware that vance was in earshot of all of this.

you looked his way, he seemed uncomfortable with what was going on, and this upset you.

“yeah, he looks like a fucking wife beater.” the blonde girl laughed.

you took a deep breath, giving yourself a moment to compose yourself.

“apologise.” you muttered out, biting the inside of your cheek to hold yourself back from acting on your violent thoughts.

“fuck no. your delinquent boyfriend should have died in that basement, no one cared when he was missing. no one cares now. and we all know he’s only with you for the popularity- which you don’t even fucking deserve.”

this was the last straw. you pulled your backpack off of your shoulder, swinging the strap with your left hand and thumped the side of her head.

this caused her to knock to the ground with a loud cry. the other girls all let out gasps, gawking at the situation at hand.

but you weren’t done. you mounted her stomach, pinning her arms down.

“fucking apologise you shit.” you yelled, all the while vance from the corner of the gym was awe struck.

he knew you could hold your own, but wasn’t expecting this over something he considered, so small. he was used to comments like this, ever since he escaped the grabbers basement he had been told by the masses that he didn’t deserve to come back alive.

but there you were, physically threatening a girl over him.

susan eyed you up, a look of defiance on her features just before she spat directly at your face.

bad move on her part. you retracted your dominant hand and began striking her face with your fist. after the first few punches you heard a crunch and blood began to stream from her presumed broken nose.

you stood up, knowing not to ‘over do it’, brushing yourself off.

you looked around the gym, the other cheerleaders stared at you in horror while susan lay blowing crimson spit bubbles and wailing in pain.

“don’t try and take my spot… and don’t ever talk shit about vance. i will end you next time.” you heaved, your chest rising and falling with jagged breaths.

you swiftly picked up your bag and made your way across the gym to vance. the blond boy was still stood, staring in your direction with a look of astonishment.

once you neared him you stopped in your tracks, holding your bag in your know blood covered hand.

“hi darling, you ready to head home?” you questioned, like the event prior had not occurred at all.

“i fucking love you.” vance muttered, pulling you in for a kiss.